No, this was so wrong, he does not like lillies. He loves sunflowers. He should not be here, all alone, surrounded by those cold flowers, when he had always longed for the warmth of the 'happy flowers' making him smile.
Deep desperation penetrated...
This whole night was akin to some strange out of body experience. It was hard for Lisa to fathom that the past hours had actually happened. She seemed to have stepped into some type of parallel universe where reality ceased to exist or matter. From the moment she had jumped in front of his car, to being drugged by his kisses - everything was an odd blur. Some crazy collage of emotions, sounds, colors, light, and darkness. And now she was here, staring up at him, wondering if she had heard him correctly. Hoping she had. Fearing she had no. And then the emotions turned and she was afraid that he actually would have taken this step.
Why Lisa, you little coward? Isn't that what you wanted? Or are you afraid to hurt him yet again? To let him down like you always do. And to be destroyed yourself?
"Come with you? To Bahrain? Why would you ask that?" Her eyes narrowed.
There was a glimmer of hesitance in the darkness gazing down at her. Something rose like a ghost from the dark grave, something real yet not tangible. Then he blinked and turned away.
"Forget I asked it." He cleared his throat.
Lisa reached out and pulled him around by his arm. Or attempted to, anyway. When he would not budge, she walked around him to be able to face the eyes that could not lie. Michael was right on about having to wear his shades. He was perfect about keeping every muscle in his face in check, but his eyes could not disguise the raging torrents of his emotions. Everything he felt, everything he wanted to say was usually right there. He might use his wit and his training to keep things hidden, but if you were an expert on reading him like she was, he had no chance. And he knew it.
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Right now the expression showed intense horror. He was afraid. Did he say too much? Was he afraid she would say she'd go? Judging by the also present confusion, it was a bit of both.
"No, I will not forget you asked. Just like I'm not forgetting how you just kissed me."
"It was just a kiss. Don't read into things. I've kissed you before."
Averting her investigative perusal, he looked right past her. He was so full of it! That kiss had contained more than lust, more than passion. It had the intoxicating sweetness of hope and love.
"Oh, cut it out. You demand honesty from me and yet you go on spouting the most ridiculous crap."
He laughed. "Excuse me? You are an expert now? On honesty?"
"On you, yeah. I am."
"Bull..." He pulled away and walked into the next room, which held the comfortable couch and the fireplace. As well as papers, books, and magazines all over the place. He walked to the wall and started to mess with the setting, lighting the flames while Lisa followed him in, dropping herself into the corner of the leather couch, after removing some of the clutter. It was funny how being a Dad had never really cured him from being surrounded by stuff. He used to joke that it took a genius like him to rule over the sea of papers he amassed.
