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February 24 - February 24, 2021
“You mean I sat here for an hour watching you shout at me in your head?” He was unaccountably tickled by the notion.
He’d managed to take his leave of her, to make it halfway through that dark gap between their garden walls before he’d stopped and leaned against the brick in utter gut-clenching agony.
He wanted to argue with her and make her laugh, to watch her work, to come back to her after a long day examining shipping records. He wanted her. He wanted every damned thing about her.
She was a blacksmith’s puzzle made by a fiend. All anyone could do was be driven mad by her.
“Don’t,” she told him. “I haven’t any trust in me at all.” But he didn’t flinch away from her. “I know,” he said. “That’s why I’m trusting for both of us.”
“And for future reference, my heart is an ass.” He stared at her. “I see. It carries heavy burdens long distances.” He leaned in to kiss her again.
“Ah, the rule that says that women aren’t allowed to be intelligent.” He brushed a kiss against her forehead. “Burn that one to the ground, Violet, and dance on the ashes. And damn anyone who tells you it’s selfish to do so.”
“I’d tell you to fetch a match, but you have always had your own spark.”
Like coffee, his kiss didn’t steal her senses. It enlivened them, made her aware of the crackle of little twigs under their feet, the cool night breeze that tickled her neck.
