Just Let Go

Cara

Serving Frank his whiskey, I spill it slightly as I try to get my super sonic hearing to stretch as far as the conversation Hudson and Mabs were having right now..it looked all serious the second Darcy was out of sight. Something still didn't sit right with me about Hudson, I keep telling myself it's my over protective streak I picked up from my brothers. But I'm not sure,
"Cara..CARA??" Blake's voice brought me back to his hazel eyes,
"You've got to step back, trouble. Your cogs are working overtime up there." His "eyes filled with comfort, like he knows what I'm thinking, fuck him and his X-ray eyes,
"You have no idea what I'm thinking Blake, so please don't assume as we all know the saying.." Before I can turn away from him, he hops over the bar, like literally fucking hops. Framing my face in his hand, his thumb strokes my forehead,
"You were worrying Cara, you don't like not knowing. Hudson and his mother were having a chat..shocking. I love your protective side, trust me it burns deep in me. But the worry you cause yourself is unbearable to watch, and before you ask, I know when you worry as you get a frown mark, just here.." I realise the spot on my forehead his thumb was stroking must have been the line he was soothing away,
"So please, let's tone the worrying down a notch. It will make your hair go grey, and I very much like the colour it is now." He kisses my cheek lightly and returns to his orange juice. I still haven't grown the balls to ask him about that yet, but I guess if he really wanted me to know he'd tell me right?