“Tell me what’s on your mind,” John probed at her. He was trying to check if her thoughts would reflect the same thoughts he has in his mind. Still looking at the ceiling.
“Mmmmm….” recovering from her emotional tremor, she cleared her throat, sat crossed leg on the sofa. She reached for her wine glass and swirled it gently in her hand. “You mean to ask what’s on my mind?
“Yes.”
“What if you won’t like it? Will you blame me? I am frank. You know that. I don’t have to tell you my thoughts if you don’t ask, but can you handle offense?” She clearly asked.
He sat right up to show his serious face. “No, I just wanna check if my thoughts about your thoughts are correct. You can be sure I will accept, positive or not. They are all your thoughts. I won’t bicker with you about that”.
“I will h
