“If I could take back what I said, I would do it.” Gentle Whisper swung around to face Leslie Orange, “I know it hurt you and I am sorrier that I can say.”
Leslie picked at a hangnail, wondering what to say to that. She was tired of the same old bullshit, the same old excuses but Gentle seemed sincere. Yes, this time, the nagging voice said from the farthest corner of her mind, but you know that he will slip up. It’s his nature.
She was afraid to trust him again. His apology seemed plausible, with his beautiful amethyst eyes tugging at her heart strings but she wanted to remain firm.
Leslie stepped closer to him, her eyes searching his,
“You are like an incomplete actor, never varying far from what is comfortable. How can I trust you?”
Gentle smoothed a lock of her hair back, his fingers sliding down to the base of her neck. He applied pressure, smiling quietly as her eyelashes fluttered,
“You have been more willingly to trust me in the past.”
His quiet reminder caused her eyes widen. She bowed her head, shrugging to move her neck out of the reach of his persuasive fingers,
“That was before you decided to taint me with your fearsome lies.”
© copyright January 9, 2011 by Ren Thompson