June 2, 1780 (continued)
I hadn't thought it possible, but Daniel Connor just smiled at me. I walked into his room, handed him his dinner, and he smiled. His eyes still held a touch of the fear and worry they’ve contained since we met, but still...
My eyes, on the other hand, almost immediately filled with embarrassment. I have never hated my pale skin more. Blood rushed to fill my cheeks for some stupid reason, and I almost died of humiliation. What is it about this man that has my body going haywire? Even when I hated him, he had butterflies in my stomach. This is getting ridiculous.
... My God. Now he’s laughing at me. Is this the man who just yesterday was miserably contemplating his own death? I’m not even going to attempt to understand the workings of his mind...
“What?”I just snapped at him.
He’s biting his tongue now. “Nothing. It’s just... nothing.”
Why did I want to come in here? I’m not normally one for regrets, but...
“When you write,” he says to me now, “you get a little crease between your eyes. It’s kind of adorable.”
--- Damn it. I swear my heart just stopped, and I’m almost certain he noticed.
“You’re obviously feeling better.”
He shrugged. “Not really. I just decided... if I’m going to die, I may as well find some pleasure in the time left to me.”
I’m currently refraining (barely) from throwing this journal at him. “You aren’t going to die. You’re healing well and-“
“And I just deserted the most powerful army in the world, committing treason against a man who clearly has no tolerance for the act.”
“Daniel – “
“Doesn’t matter.” He waved me off. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
We’ve been quiet for a few minutes now. He’s picked at his food to make it seem less awkward, but I still feel the need to break the silence. “Well, what do you want to talk about?”
He just smiled again. I was smart enough to look down so my hair fell over my face, but I believe he was smart enough to know why. “We can talk about you,” he says. “I’m sure it’s a pleasant topic.”
Now I’m smiling. Hell. “What do you want to know?”
Those grey eyes just locked with mine. He sat up straighter, nothing less than a smirk on his face. “Everything.”
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Revolutionary Hearts
Tarihi KurguTara finds herself thrown into battle after battle during the American Revolution. One on the road, and one within herself. She has sided with the Patriots, but when a Red Coat shows up on her doorstep, bleeding and begging for help, she cannot turn...
