Author's note- Hi everyone! :D As promised, here's Beka's point of view on the last chapter. It's a little bit longer than the rest of the drabbles in this collection, but I was experimenting with a different style, so please bear with me. I love how this turned out. I really like the idea that Beka loves Rosto and just won't admit it to herself. That way, Rosto still has hope and a reason to stick around. Plus, I just really like torturing her. Anyone with a someone like Rosto in love with them who refuses to let herself love him back is just plain bonkers. ;) Anyway, this is just me rambling. ;) Go read the story. :D

Disclaimer- If it belongs to someone else, it isn't mine. ;P

Don't Think About It

He kissed me! The cracknob kissed me! Beka thought in stunned shock. Of course, her natural response was to hit him. So, she did. Hard. She struggled to keep from laughing as he swore, wiping some of the blood from his face. Not sure he wouldn't try it again, she kept a fighting stance. Just in case.

Or is it to keep yourself from kissing him back? A rather large part of her brain asked. She didn't allow herself to think on that thought further, afraid of what might come of it. Afraid that if she thought about it, she would let herself think about how nice it was. She wouldn't go down that road. She couldn't.

She could have sworn she saw the man smiling as he turned to walk away.

Aww! I love writing these kinds of drabbles, because all I have to do is set up the scene and then explore the character's (my) thoughts on the matter. I love that. :) Anyway, I want to specially thanks to StuffedLion for being the first one to review my story! Also thanks to –Katherine-Alvers-, midnightmockingjay, and StuffedLion again for adding me to their alert lists. :) You guys are the reason I write these. I hope to update again soon, so please review and let me know what you think! :)