She stood abruptly, tucked her clutch under her arm, turned away from the table and walked off. He watched her retreating form, marveling at the way her hips swayed even as stormed off. She hadn't slapped him. That had to be a good sign. But she hadn't said anything either. Not one single word escaped her lips as he bared his heart to her. She had sat surprising still and silent. Though he could see her jaw was clenched and her breathing had slowed. Both where signs that she was doing her best to hold back the tears.
His gazed turned back to her half eaten plate. Was it wrong to have hoped she would have been delighted by his news? Was he fooling himself? There was no doubt he was taking a chance in telling her. He was, after all, breaking his promise to her. She had been so clear about her feelings and expectations up front. And given such an amazing proposition, how could he not have agreed. He was a man after all. He should have been happy with what he had, with what she was willing to give. But no, he wanted more. Was that really a crime?
He definitely was not going to give up this easily. Somewhere deep down inside her he knew she too felt as he did. Somehow he had to show her it was okay to accept those feelings. He needed to show her it was okay to accept his feelings. It didn't matter how many times she walked away from him, how many times she slammed the door in his face, nor how many times she deleted his emails and hung up on him. Whether she wanted to hear it or not, he was going to tell her over and over again how much he loved her.
As he shook his head at his stupidity, sigh escaped him. He should never have agreed to the type of relationship she wanted. And he definitely should not have promised not to fall in love with her.
Inspiration for this post came from Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>clutch, delight(ed), happy]. I feel like its missing something...like something is off or lacking...I don't know, maybe it's just my current mood...