Chapter Two
Her long, sandy-blond hair bounced around her small breasts as she shook her head, “yes,” still looking at the floor. She’d sat the beer glass on the counter and her tiny hands were now clasped in front of her chest like she was praying.
“Why?” I asked.
She shook her head from side to side and mumbled so softly that I could barely hear her, “Because I love you.”
“Because what?” I asked, not sure I’d heard her right.
“Because I love you,” she whispered between what sounded like sniffles, still afraid to look up at me. Her delicate shoulders started shuddering as her sniffles became quiet, stifled sobs.
I stood there, dumbfounded, staring at her, trying to gain control of the situation. No, not the situation, trying to gain control of myself, of my emotions. I had never dea
