Reflection Chapter Eight – Secrets Are No Fun Unless You Tell Everyone
With the doors flung open leading into Elizabeth's room, she rushed around, loading things into a small overnight-like bag. She didn't even have the time to notice the pirate standing in her doorway.
Jack grinned as he watched her. She was still wound so tight, like always. He knocked on the door gently.
"Come in!"
"I'm technically already in, love," Jack said as he stepped into Elizabeth's room.
Elizabeth stopped and looked up at Jack, a bit surprised.
"I thought you were Will," she said, staring down at the floor.
"Yes, well, I seem to disappoint a lot in that field."
Elizabeth smiled and stepped towards Jack. He reached out and snaked his arm around Elizabeth's waist, pulling her close. Elizabeth blushed out of habit and looked up at Jack.
"I can't do this," Elizabeth said.
"Why? Because of dear William? Why can't we just tell him, Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth pulled away, saying, "Because it meant nothing!"
Jack's face paled for a second. He looked down, gathered his thoughts, and then looked up at Elizabeth. He pulled her close again, making sure she couldn't pull free, and kissed her, dipping her low to the ground. He let the kiss linger before straightening, pulling away, and walking to the door. He paused in the doorway; and with a sigh, said, "Tell me that that meant nothing; and I'll leave you and your blacksmith alone."
Jack exited the room, went down the staircase, and out the door. He headed for the harbor and back to his ship.