Borje
The kiss still warm on my lips, I keep my hold loose on this beautiful but bewildered woman.
Her eyes, as dark as her father’s, hold something that I’ve never seen in his: some sense of turmoil. An utter tumult of the emotions.
Georgie’s long dark hair breaks loose in the slight breeze and she finger-combs it back into order, then winds a long lock around her fingers. “I’ve never been kissed like that before.”
“I’m pleased to hear it. I’d hate to think I had competition.”
The eyes rise to mine, pits of woe and tragedy. “No. There’s no competition…” She swallows hard… “No one stays with me long.” The eyes sheen, then fill, then fall.
Is all my good work of the last few minutes about to be undone?
Fuck that…
I pinch her chin, shaking her head gently one way, then the other. “I
