Capturing Chris 5

sometimes the muses speak a lot, sometimes its just a little... figured i'd share what they shared then go do something  else..like ...bake or something

Agnes sat staring at her plate and sending furitive glances at chris. 

Her mind was racing with a million questions.

What in the hell just happened here?

How could he be cleaning the kitchen as if he didn’t just drop the biggest bomb in her lap?

Why was she even still sitting here?

Because you want him too.  The answer was clear. But the whys and the hows of it…could it be that simple?

“ It is that simple, Aggie.  We’ve danced around our attraction for a long time. We’ve never talked about it just not so mutually agreed to ignore it. And yes, you asked a question out loud.”  Chris turned from his task of cleaning to lean back against the sink, arms crossed over his chest.

Agnes furrowed her brow and looked down at her plate again, grateful, not for the first time that her skin tone hid her blushing nature.

Chris chuckled and walked forward. 

“it only hides it from those who aren’t looking at you , Agnes. I’ve always seen you. And I love the way you blush.” His whisper was heavy and landen with something dark and sinful that went straight to her core.

Frustrated agnes shot him a scowl then dug into her breakfast. The only way to be sure she didn’t say anything else out loud was to make sure she kept her mouth busy.  She mental rolled her eyes…She’d love to keep her lips busy against that vein pulsing along the side of his thick neck, but in the mean time she’d better make due with bacon and pancakes before she found herself in whirlwind of trouble.

Chris laughed again, Agnes had NO pokerface and he could read her thoughts as clear as if it were the words written in one of his favorite novels. There was a lot to discuss but he knew he’d need time for her to gather her thoughts.

Reaching into the junk drawer  he pulled out a note pad and pen.

“ here…make a list of all your questions and we’ll talk about it later. I’m going to get your clothes from the dyrer and then get dressed. Mike is gonna come over in about an hour and check your head. And then we’ll talk ok.”  Chris tossed the note pad and pen down on the counter within her reach.

He searched her face noting  the dark bruise above her right eye and the nervous twinkle in the bottomless orbs.

Leaning in he lightly cupped her check and before kissing that bruise.

“there is so much to talk about and say and feel,   I know it seems sudden but we’’ve  been running to this for years. I’ll wait, but I’m not going to change my mind agnes. Its you. Its always been you.”  Rising he walked away and he prayed that she wouldn’t dash out the back door and into her own home while he was changing.