Chapter 31 – Regret
Winry stood at the sunken porch railing, arms folded in summer's heavy-handed heat. Wisps of hair escaped her hasty ponytail, loosened from design, not breeze, in the still air.
She heard Ed behind her but didn't turn. He stopped too close, just beyond brushing against her and let exhales hit the back of her neck. Ignoring their thrill, she edged away.
A hand caught her waist. "Don't," he took her hip, threading fingers both gentle and grasping through the empty belt-loop of her shorts. "I'm sorry Winry."
She lifted her chin, staring impassively at the rock wall and green expanse.