Red Hearts

Chapter 8 (Lisbon)

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I am in shock.

I can't believe Jane did that.

He kissed my hand.

WHAT???

I am still trying to come to terms with what he's done to my mind. He has set it off- I can't focus, can't think, can't properly do ANYTHING but think of how it felt when he set my hand on fire with the gentle brushing of his lips. I can't get over it. I can't.

And to make matters even more pathetic, take this into account-

It happened three days ago.

Yes, Jane and I have not properly spoken to each other about what happened that night at all. When we talk, Jane pretends that nothing happened. Which I am perfectly fine with, as I am willing to admit that I'm terrified of what even acknowledging that night could do to us.

So yes, I suppose one could say I'm being a coward. But so is Jane. And if he doesn't want to talk about it, then I certainly will not force him to do so.

And so, much like the time he said he loved me, Jane's action that caused me emotional chaos is going unacknowledged- and Jane seems unaffected!

It's not fair.

So, whenever I do paperwork, like I'm doing now, it's all I can think about. Understandably.

I sigh to myself. Jane's going to kill me with these mind games of his. Heck, this is beyond messing with my head. He's messing with my heart.

It's not fair!

I shake my head to try to clear my mind. When that doesn't work, I decide I need to try a new tactic. Suddenly overcome with an unnameable desire, I realize that my heart is trying to tell me what to do. The trouble is, my heart doesn't speak English. Sarcastically, I think that Jane could probably interpret what my heart is saying. He seems to know me better than I know myself, anyway.

Jane.

Suddenly, I realize what my heart has been trying to tell me. I want Jane.

Astounded by this realization, I try to calm myself down.

~No, self, you may not go find Jane.~

~No self, you may not go find Jane and stare deeply into his eyes.~

~No self, you may not go find Jane and stare deeply into his eyes while telling him how much you love him, before kissing him passionately.~

What is happening to me?