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- About the Author
What? Jeff almost snapped at her as he tried to gain control of his emotions.
Why dont we get out and walk around a bit?
Good idea. Jeff jumped at the idea in an attempt to put some space between them. Sylvia had pressed up against him in a way that was most distracting, and he couldnt get out of the buggy fast enough. He didnt help Sylvia step down because he didnt want to get that close, and he could once again feel her eyes on him.
Jeff was just standing and looking off into the darkness when he again felt Sylvia at his side.
Look at me, Jeff.
Jeff complied and knew instantly that it was a mistake. Sylvias eyes were filled with entreaty, and Jeff couldnt look away. When he didnt, she moved her hand to cup the back of his neck. Not until she had brought Jeffs head down and kissed him did he react. He stepped backward so hastily that he almost pulled Sylvia over.
Her voice revealed her hurt when she called his name in the darkness, but if Jeff opened his mouth right now, he knew he would be sick to his stomach. He had thought about kissing Sylvia, after all she was beautiful, but something inside him had frozen when he felt her lips on his own.
Jeff. Sylvias voice was no longer hurt. She was angryfurious, to be exact. She knew very well that Jeff had been waiting years to kiss her, and now she had practically thrown herself at him and instead of the passionate embrace she had imagined, he had stepped away.
Im sorry, Sylvia. Jeffs voice was hoarse. This is moving a little too fast here.
Is that right? Sylvias voice betrayed her anger, and Jeffs own temper came to the fore.
Yes, it is, Jeff snapped right back at her, the inner turmoil of emotions emerging in one livid burst; he felt like he could drive his fist into the tree behind him.
Jeff watched as Sylvia stomped her way back to the buggy and then began to follow slowly. But he was about five steps too late. Sylvia slapped the reins and the buggy began to move away.
Hey! Jeff shouted. Sylvia, get back here! But the angry blonde kept right on going. Jeff stood for just a moment before he set off for home. He took the shortest route, across open lots and behind buildings, some deserted. It wasnt the safest, but he was wearing his good shoes, and if he went the long way around he knew they would be killing him by the time he walked into his own yard.
That, along with the fact that he found he had a raging headache. The only place he wanted to be right now was in bed, and as quickly as possible.
