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'I have been standing under this water for a quarter of an hour, like it is going to wash everything away. Like the water's heat can melt away my feelings and problems. Funny, usually my feelings are the problem.
I shouldn't complain - I could have a partially normal life - I could hold an entire conversation with a friend and not be forced to lie once, I can walk down the street and if I see a woman I want to talk to, I can without worrying their life might be endangered by me doing so. The problem is, the only woman I want is the one that would get me killed.
Love is not an emotion that can be controlled, but I am supposed to be able to do just that. I am required to have a strictly professional relationship with the most amazing woman I have ever known. She is the combination of beauty, brains, and brawn that I have always dreamed of. And since I met her, she is all I've dreamed of.
Every time she walks into that warehouse, my heart leaps knowing I'm about to see her. She's good at hiding her emotions, but I can see past her masks. I know when she's hurt, when she's tired, when she's hiding something. I know because I love her. I don't want to love her because I know I can't have her. Not yet at least. One day, maybe I can hold her and love her; if she'll have me. Just seeing glimpses of her at our public meetings gives me chills, but I always want to see more of her.
Her soulful brown eyes burn straight into my soul each time I see her. Her hair falls around her face in auburn waves, perfectly framing all her gorgeous features. Her body, well, she could probably kick my ass without breaking a sweat. Geez, I should stop this before I need to turn the water to cold…'
Vaughn stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel, discovering there wasn't one there. Grumbling he remembered all his towels are still in the dryer, and went to retrieve one. As he walked back into the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his waist, he wiped off the foggy mirror and stared at his reflection. Deep green eyes stared back at him, warning him not to let Sydney get into his soul. It was too late; he could already see her looking back at him.
He sighed heavily and turned towards his bedroom to get dressed for his meeting with Sydney in an hour.
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'I have been standing under this water for a quarter of an hour, like it is going to wash everything away. Like the water's heat can melt away my feelings and problems. Funny, usually my feelings are the problem.
I shouldn't complain - I could have a partially normal life - I could hold an entire conversation with a friend and not be forced to lie once, I can walk down the street and if I see a woman I want to talk to, I can without worrying their life might be endangered by me doing so. The problem is, the only woman I want is the one that would get me killed.
Love is not an emotion that can be controlled, but I am supposed to be able to do just that. I am required to have a strictly professional relationship with the most amazing woman I have ever known. She is the combination of beauty, brains, and brawn that I have always dreamed of. And since I met her, she is all I've dreamed of.
Every time she walks into that warehouse, my heart leaps knowing I'm about to see her. She's good at hiding her emotions, but I can see past her masks. I know when she's hurt, when she's tired, when she's hiding something. I know because I love her. I don't want to love her because I know I can't have her. Not yet at least. One day, maybe I can hold her and love her; if she'll have me. Just seeing glimpses of her at our public meetings gives me chills, but I always want to see more of her.
Her soulful brown eyes burn straight into my soul each time I see her. Her hair falls around her face in auburn waves, perfectly framing all her gorgeous features. Her body, well, she could probably kick my ass without breaking a sweat. Geez, I should stop this before I need to turn the water to cold…'
Vaughn stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel, discovering there wasn't one there. Grumbling he remembered all his towels are still in the dryer, and went to retrieve one. As he walked back into the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his waist, he wiped off the foggy mirror and stared at his reflection. Deep green eyes stared back at him, warning him not to let Sydney get into his soul. It was too late; he could already see her looking back at him.
He sighed heavily and turned towards his bedroom to get dressed for his meeting with Sydney in an hour.
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