Elizabeth unlocked the door to her hotel room and threw her purse on the table. After five long years, Frank Donovan was back in her life. She always knew she would see him again someday. She had so many things to say to him and what does she do? Hit him. "I can't believe I hit him," she murmured, walking over to look out the window.
"I can." a voice said from behind.
Elizabeth turned around and saw Donovan sitting on the couch, holding an ice pack to his eye. His right eye. "You have to stop sneaking up on people," she groaned sitting next to him. "I'm sorry about that."
"And to think, I thought Sean would be the one to hit me. At least he gave me a warm welcome," he complained, taking the pack away from his eye. Elizabeth could already see the swelling around his eye. She groaned again.
"I said I was sorry. I wasn't expecting to see you again, especially here." she explained. She couldn't believe it, she was acting like a schoolgirl. Its only Frank. Nervous, she took the ice pack from him. "I'll get you some more ice." Elizabeth started to get up when Donovan grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.
"We need to talk," he said seriously. He studied her face. He saw the sadness in her eyes; she knew what he meant about needing to talk. There was so much he needed to say, he didn't know where to begin. Not resisting the temptation, he leaned over and kissed her.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" Elizabeth asked.
"For everything I put you through." he replied, closing his eyes, "For placing you in danger. Not telling you what was going on. I'm sorry that we lost our child. I'm sorry for leaving the way I did."
"I understood why, Frank." Elizabeth started to say.
"How? Two weeks after you were shot and lost our child, I walked away from you," he growled, standing up and walking to the window. "How can you be so understanding?" How he wished she would scream and yell at him.
"How I could be so understanding?" she asked, "I knew what you did. I never asked. I knew you couldn't tell me. I knew what I was getting into."
"But." he started to say when Elizabeth threw a pillow at him.
"Will you just shut up for a minute Frank Donovan and let me finish?" she yelled, "I hated you for not telling me about the danger we were in. I hated you when I lost the baby. Most of all, I hated you when you left me the way you did." Tears were rolling down her cheeks, but she refused to acknowledge them. She's waited five years to get this off her chest and she wasn't about to stop.
Donovan walked over to Elizabeth and wrapped his arms around her. "It's alright," he whispered.
"No, it's not alright," she growled, trying to move away from him, "five years go by and I hear nothing from you, until tonight. You literally waltz back into my life and kiss me senseless, expecting me to forgive you."
"I don't expect anything from you." he stated, "I just needed to tell you how sorry I am for causing you so much pain."
"You're sorry," she repeated, looking into his eyes. How she always loved staring in them, losing herself in them, "are you sorry for coming here tonight?"
"No."
"Are you sorry for kissing me?" she asked, not knowing if she wanted to know the answer. "What would you say if I told you I was engaged?"
Pulling her tighter into his arms, "I'm sure I could persuade him to end the engagement or I know people who could persuade him," he said serious, lifting an eyebrow Elizabeth looked at him in shock. "Besides, that's not what Sean told me."
"What Sean told you? When did you talk to him?" she asked, puzzled.
"A couple days ago in Virginia." he replied, laughing, "He told me some interesting things."
"You went to Virginia? To see me?" she asked.
"No, I went to see Sean. I thought it would be polite to inquire about you." he laughed, trying to avoid her fist.
"You never answered my question. Are you sorry you kissed me?" she asked again.
Donovan placed his hands on the side of her face, "No," he answered, kissing her again.
Unable to control himself, Donovan picked her up and carried her to the bed.
"I can." a voice said from behind.
Elizabeth turned around and saw Donovan sitting on the couch, holding an ice pack to his eye. His right eye. "You have to stop sneaking up on people," she groaned sitting next to him. "I'm sorry about that."
"And to think, I thought Sean would be the one to hit me. At least he gave me a warm welcome," he complained, taking the pack away from his eye. Elizabeth could already see the swelling around his eye. She groaned again.
"I said I was sorry. I wasn't expecting to see you again, especially here." she explained. She couldn't believe it, she was acting like a schoolgirl. Its only Frank. Nervous, she took the ice pack from him. "I'll get you some more ice." Elizabeth started to get up when Donovan grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.
"We need to talk," he said seriously. He studied her face. He saw the sadness in her eyes; she knew what he meant about needing to talk. There was so much he needed to say, he didn't know where to begin. Not resisting the temptation, he leaned over and kissed her.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" Elizabeth asked.
"For everything I put you through." he replied, closing his eyes, "For placing you in danger. Not telling you what was going on. I'm sorry that we lost our child. I'm sorry for leaving the way I did."
"I understood why, Frank." Elizabeth started to say.
"How? Two weeks after you were shot and lost our child, I walked away from you," he growled, standing up and walking to the window. "How can you be so understanding?" How he wished she would scream and yell at him.
"How I could be so understanding?" she asked, "I knew what you did. I never asked. I knew you couldn't tell me. I knew what I was getting into."
"But." he started to say when Elizabeth threw a pillow at him.
"Will you just shut up for a minute Frank Donovan and let me finish?" she yelled, "I hated you for not telling me about the danger we were in. I hated you when I lost the baby. Most of all, I hated you when you left me the way you did." Tears were rolling down her cheeks, but she refused to acknowledge them. She's waited five years to get this off her chest and she wasn't about to stop.
Donovan walked over to Elizabeth and wrapped his arms around her. "It's alright," he whispered.
"No, it's not alright," she growled, trying to move away from him, "five years go by and I hear nothing from you, until tonight. You literally waltz back into my life and kiss me senseless, expecting me to forgive you."
"I don't expect anything from you." he stated, "I just needed to tell you how sorry I am for causing you so much pain."
"You're sorry," she repeated, looking into his eyes. How she always loved staring in them, losing herself in them, "are you sorry for coming here tonight?"
"No."
"Are you sorry for kissing me?" she asked, not knowing if she wanted to know the answer. "What would you say if I told you I was engaged?"
Pulling her tighter into his arms, "I'm sure I could persuade him to end the engagement or I know people who could persuade him," he said serious, lifting an eyebrow Elizabeth looked at him in shock. "Besides, that's not what Sean told me."
"What Sean told you? When did you talk to him?" she asked, puzzled.
"A couple days ago in Virginia." he replied, laughing, "He told me some interesting things."
"You went to Virginia? To see me?" she asked.
"No, I went to see Sean. I thought it would be polite to inquire about you." he laughed, trying to avoid her fist.
"You never answered my question. Are you sorry you kissed me?" she asked again.
Donovan placed his hands on the side of her face, "No," he answered, kissing her again.
Unable to control himself, Donovan picked her up and carried her to the bed.
