Here is chapter 8. My humblest apologies for the late update but as I said before...I was on a mission. Thank you for reading and reviewing!
When a Daughter Became a Woman
Chapter 7: A Heart To Heart (Nathaniel Dixon's POV)
The next morning Ms. Hiller and I were once again, sitting in the writing room. Only this time we were writing articles, instead of correcting them. Ms. Hiller's pen was flying back and forth across her piece of paper. She hardly ever stopped writing, and she never looked up from her piece of paper. I on the other hand, was not. My pen rested on my desk, and my piece of paper had little more than a paragraph on it.
I stood up and walked over to Ms. Hiller. I stood behind her and watched her write. Her pen strokes were long, but quick. Pieces of her long red hair, hung in her face. Her sea blue eyes stared at the paper, and she bit her lip as her pen continued to fly. Ms. Hiller was beautiful.
Ms. Hiller was unlike any other woman I had ever met. She was intelligent, beautiful, independent, she spoke her mind, she wanted to work, and she was going to own a business. Ms. Hiller was unlike any woman I had ever known…I felt deeply for her, but every time I got closer to her…she would back away.
Suddenly Ms. Hiller's pen stopped moving. She set it on her desk, and held her article in her hands. She read the article, folded it, and finally set it on her desk. She stood up, and walked over to the window. She leaned against the window frame, and stared outside. She folded her arms across her chest and sighed. The morning light danced across her red hair, making it glow.
After a few moments Ms. Hiller looked at me and smiled, "So Mr. Dixon, have you finished your article?"
"No, Ms. Hiller I have not," I replied. "But it seems that you have."
"That was not an article Mr. Dixon."
"Then what was it, if I may ask? You wrote it rather quickly."
"It was a letter to my brother."
"You must miss him."
"I…I…I…do," stammered Ms. Hiller as she started to cry. She tried to wipe the tears from her eyes, but they continued to fall. She turned her back to me and tried to hide her tears…but I knew she was crying. I stood still…I did not know what to do.
That was when Ms. Hiller made the decision for me. She ran over to me and buried her face in my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, and held her close. I rubbed her back, and let her cry. As I held her in my arms, I felt my heart beat faster.
After a few minutes, Ms. Hiller stopped crying. She raised her head and stared at me. Then her eyes went wide, and she took a few steps away from me.
"I am sorry Mr. Dixon," whispered Ms. Hiller. "That was rather uncivilized."
"I am not," I answered.
Ms. Hiller stared at me and stepped closer to me, "You are not?"
"No, I am not."
"Why?"
"Because…Because Ms. Hiller I care deeply for you. And I want you to be happy. I never want to see you cry."
Ms. Hiller blushed and stared at her shoes. I stepped closer to her…and she stepped back. I took a step back and she stepped closer to me. I stared at her and she stared back. She smiled and nodded her head. I started walking backwards and Ms. Hiller followed me. I kept walking until I ran into a wall. Ms. Hiller stood a few steps in front of me—and I took a chance.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to me. I leaned forward and kissed her hand. As I pulled away I expected her to slap me, or say something rude. But she did not. She simply squeezed my hand. I smiled at her. I raised my other hand, slowly to her face; and put a loose piece of her hair, behind her ear. Ms. Hiller blushed again and took another step closer to me.
"I care deeply for you too, Mr. Dixon," whispered Ms. Hiller as she kissed my cheek.
As she back away, I put my hands on her cheeks; and pulled her closer to me. Then l pressed my lips against hers. I felt my heart beat even faster, and a warming sensation spread through my body. I had never felt this way before…
After a few moments I removed my lips from Ms. Hiller's. I rested my forehead against hers, and wrapped my arms around her waist. Ms. Hiller rested her hands on my shoulders and sighed.
"Mr. Dixon, that was rather—" began Ms. Hiller, but I interrupted her.
"Please, call me Nathaniel," I whispered, before kissing her again.
