Ok, I'm adding another chapter.
Again, the male character stays as who you want it to be.
Sorry about the spelling/grammar in the last chapter. I think I've corrected it all now.
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He leads her into a darkened room, and further restricts the lights by closing the blinds. The small amount of light that remains forms a halo of light around his form; it seems so unnatural.
Sara smiles without feeling at him; she feels confused and angry about his intentions. She's frustrated that he hasn't said anything in a while.
She wants to know why he brought her back.
She's not sure if she'll stay if it's for a professional reason.
She wants more.
He moves a chair, swiftly and quietly to sit opposite her.
Her eyes dart away. She fears if she looks at him; she might see something she doesn't want to see.
And she's confused enough.
All she can see is questions.
His hand moves slowly up to her face, in an attempt to comfort her, but moving slowly enough so she could knock it away if she wanted.
She doesn't make any attempt to resist when she sees the hand. She's only worried she might misconstrue it's meaning.
The action was simple enough; his hand slid up her face and pushed the wet hair behind her ear….
She continues to look to the floor, she could feel her cheeks turn red; she was blushing.
Blushing because with all the knowledge she possessed, she didn't know what this meant.
Was it the touch of a friend? He was her friend, wasn't her?
…But his action continued.
His hand slipped to below her chin, and tilted it upward, forcing her to look at him.
She looked at him.
His stern look contrasted his actions.
…But she didn't care anymore. She knew she'd fall apart if she didn't seek shelter in him.
She moved closer to him, leaned in toward his lips, his hand still on her face.
She kissed him.
And she wanted it to escalate; but it was too late.
She could feel the tears.
And she pulled away to shield her face; she didn't want him to see the tears.
But he pulls her close and holds her tightly, and she lets the silent tears slip down her cheeks.
…Because now, she's more confused.
Is he just trying to comfort her, or is this something more?
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Ok, it's short. But that's ok, right?
Please review.
Again, the male character stays as who you want it to be.
Sorry about the spelling/grammar in the last chapter. I think I've corrected it all now.
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He leads her into a darkened room, and further restricts the lights by closing the blinds. The small amount of light that remains forms a halo of light around his form; it seems so unnatural.
Sara smiles without feeling at him; she feels confused and angry about his intentions. She's frustrated that he hasn't said anything in a while.
She wants to know why he brought her back.
She's not sure if she'll stay if it's for a professional reason.
She wants more.
He moves a chair, swiftly and quietly to sit opposite her.
Her eyes dart away. She fears if she looks at him; she might see something she doesn't want to see.
And she's confused enough.
All she can see is questions.
His hand moves slowly up to her face, in an attempt to comfort her, but moving slowly enough so she could knock it away if she wanted.
She doesn't make any attempt to resist when she sees the hand. She's only worried she might misconstrue it's meaning.
The action was simple enough; his hand slid up her face and pushed the wet hair behind her ear….
She continues to look to the floor, she could feel her cheeks turn red; she was blushing.
Blushing because with all the knowledge she possessed, she didn't know what this meant.
Was it the touch of a friend? He was her friend, wasn't her?
…But his action continued.
His hand slipped to below her chin, and tilted it upward, forcing her to look at him.
She looked at him.
His stern look contrasted his actions.
…But she didn't care anymore. She knew she'd fall apart if she didn't seek shelter in him.
She moved closer to him, leaned in toward his lips, his hand still on her face.
She kissed him.
And she wanted it to escalate; but it was too late.
She could feel the tears.
And she pulled away to shield her face; she didn't want him to see the tears.
But he pulls her close and holds her tightly, and she lets the silent tears slip down her cheeks.
…Because now, she's more confused.
Is he just trying to comfort her, or is this something more?
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Ok, it's short. But that's ok, right?
Please review.