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Do you forgive me, Jeff? His silence had brought Bobbie perilously close to tears. Jeff rose from his chair to circle the desk.
Bobbie, fearful that he would do just as he intended, and that his touch would be devastating to her emotions, sprang out of her own chair and moved around the desk to avoid him. Jeff, please answer me.
Just as soon as I get close enough, Ill answer you.
Why when youre close?
Because I need to touch you, Bobbie, he answered as he followed her around the desk. And will you please hold still!
The couple came to a stop where they had started, since they had completely circled the desk. Jeff thought this could go on all day, so before Bobbie could react he reached across the desktop and plucked the glasses from her nose.
Jeff. The name was said fearfully, a sound that tugged at Jeffs heart, but he had to get this settled.
Its all right, Bobbie, he said tenderly as he took her arm. Were just going to head into the back room here so I can talk to you.
Bobbie was unaware of Gilbert leaving the room and closing the door behind him. She was led to the back of the room, where a small window cast a patch of sunlight on the wood floor.
When Bobbie felt a wall behind her, she leaned against it. In order to hide their trembling, she locked her hands together behind her back. Jeff still had her glasses, so until he leaned, with his forearm on the wall above her head, his face nose-to-nose with her own, she could not see him clearly.
Will you kiss me again, Bobbie? The question was whisper-soft and Bobbie searched Jeffs eyes for why he would be teasing her in this way.
Why? It was the only word that would come.
Dont you want to?
You know I do. Bobbies heart was in her eyes, and she did nothing to hide how wonderful it was to have Jeff so near. But it wasnt right. Please dont torment me, Jeff. Its not like you to be cruel.
Im not doing a very good job with this, am I? He said the words almost to himself, and Bobbie was more confused than ever.
May I have my glasses?
Are you going to run away?
I might.
Then no, you may not, he stated without moving. And by the way, Sylvia left town this morning. Shes headed home to stay.
Bobbie was silent, digesting this newest information.
Now will you kiss me?
You want me to kiss you because Sylvia left town? Bobbie felt like her world was spinning.
No, Jeff said with great patience. I want you to kiss me because youre going to be kissing me every day for the rest of our lives and we need the practice.
Bobbies hands came up and grabbed frantically at the front of Jeffs shirt. Please give me my glasses, Jeff.