Salvatore DiMarco
“I not only want you to look…” she said, and I had to make a double take, trying to grasp what she was implying.
“Sienna, don't say things you don't mean,” I said, and she sighed. She looked down at her hands and fumbled with her fingers. That was never a good sign; she was hesitating, doubting herself, and in my books, that was going back.
“Sienna,” I took a deep breath… “Look at me,” I lifted her head to meet my eyes. “I didn´t mean to discourage you… It is just too hard for me to stay away or keep things under wraps. I know you need time,” I sighed… I was rambling. I didn´t want to put any pressure on her, but at the same time, I didn't want to sound like I didn´t want her. There was a thin line between one thing and the other, and I was treading on thin ice.
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