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    What Hurts The Most

    “Yes”

    My heart dropped.

    Wrong answer, but at least she hadn’t made any effort to leave.

    I increase the pressure I had on her shoulder and pull her gently back towards me, I bend my head, my lips are now level with her ear. I can see the rise of her chest as she inhales deeply and holds. In no more than a whisper,

    “Are you sure”

    I wait for her to breath again and am relieved when her chest slowly falls. I take a step back and with only the tip of my fingers I run down the length of her arm, as I reach her bare skin she shivers, it’s slight but I notice.

    I have to pause just for a second to allow the sensation that started it’s journey at my finger tips to reach my toes. Journey completed I continue.

    I am suddenly aware that we are in fact not alone when someone accidentally bumps into my back and I in turn bump into the back of her and she has to take a step forward to steady herself, I am terrified that one step will progress into two and she will be gone.

    I reach out for her wrist to stop her and she turns around to face me, our eyes are drawn to one another’s like magnets hers are the north to my south. Once again she gives me that look the same look that had me completely spellbound minutes earlier. I have so much I want to say to her, so much that I want to hear, we need to be alone.

    “Follow me”

    This time I am not waiting for an answer I turn and walk towards Kits office I only reach halfway before I fear that she has in fact turned in the opposite direction and is now out the door, I’m praying as I glance behind me. I am not disappointed.

    Once inside Kit’s office she leans back against the closed door. The only light in the room is coming from the street lamp outside the office window. It’s enough.

    This is the first chance I have had to look at her, really look at all of her.

    Comments

    1. Damn, asking for reposts was a bad idea. I’m about to start flooding my own inbox with complaints. I’m supposed to be working, darn it! Also, I have never imagined anyone naked the first time I see them. Does that mean I should start checking out nunneries?

    2. Thanks a lot for reposting. Love this story and so great to re-read it again. Thank you Skimmer – you can re do the phone book and I’ll read it as well :) Thank you again!

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