Title: “The Answer.”
Author: A.M. Glass
Copyright: December 3, 2003
Disclaimer: Once again I haven’t mentioned names for this story, so basically the story is mine.
Author’s Note: Well, you can consider this a sequel to my story, “Take My Hand.” And as I said in the author’s notes for that story, I don’t use Lena and Bianca’s name but you can infer that this story is about them. This is “Bianca’s” P.O.V. Please remember, I haven’t seen the scene that took place in the hospital when I believe Jack was shot, so the story may not be 100% accurate. And just in case you’re interested, I wrote this during lunch.
I know she’s waiting – she’s waiting so patiently. Her hand never wavers – not for a moment.
It’s like she knows how I’ll answer.
She knows how much I want to jump into her arms – how I want to feel her embrace and know that I’m safe – secure – loved.
I know she loves me – I can see it in her eyes.
I can see down into her very heart – one that probably hasn’t been allowed to feel in a long time.
But for me:
- She does. -
She hasn’t said a word, but I can see her faith – how utter and complete it is that I’ll answer her unasked question the way she hopes.
Her eyes have grown darker in color – as if she’s thinking something, something about us.
Perhaps she’s thinking about how much she wants to touch me.
Or how much she wants me to touch her.
And I do.
I want to know every part of her body.
I want to know which touch will make her sigh.
Which one will make her:
I want to learn her body, almost as much as I want her to learn mine.
All I have to do is reach out...
And take her hand.
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