R is for Real
Rachel’s finger grazed his back; just a touch, but it was enough, enough to know things were about to get real.
“What do you want from me?” he asked, not turning to face her, not yet.
She leaned in, until her mouth rested lightly on his ear. “You should know.”
His eyes closed; she was right. He knew. “And then what? You leave?”
Her silence answered more than any words could. She would take. She would leave. Again. But did he have to let her? Her lips stayed on his ear, waiting.
He turned to face her.
Her eyes widened with the unexpected gesture. She was being herself, she was being real, but she’d never expected that same favor from him, and for good reason. He’d never been before.
He let out a measured breath. “I don’t think so. Not this time.”
That’s new, she thought as she pulled back, as the mask covered what was real.
He held up his left hand. For the first time she saw the ring there.
He shrugged. “I couldn’t wait forever.”
What was left of her retreated to the background, carefully hidden behind the frost and ice. “My loss.”
He wisely stayed silent, as she quickly made her escape.