kissed. He had watched as she tilted her head to the side, catching patches of the moonlight on her eyes and lips, illuminating the soft blue color of her eyes.
He knew that he shouldn't have, but Garrett had indulged himself in just standing there, watching her, as she waited for him to arrive. The same fascination and obsession that he had felt over the last few days was multiplied, with each soft petal of the wildflower that she had plucked away. The stem still hung loosely from her fingertips.
She caused him to feel things that he had not felt for a very long time. Protecting her from anything she feared, seemed to be his top emotion at present, followed swiftly by his more carnal feelings. He wanted to take her again in his arms and kiss again. Lay her back against the cold stone and taste her mouth, cheeks and the soft rise of her breasts until he could hear her moan once more beneath the pressure of his tongue.
“How did you know that it wasn't me?” she asked quietly, once she had picked which of the many questions to ask first.
“She didn't walk the same way that you do,” he whispered, closer to her ear than was prudent. “I couldn't smell ho ney and tea when she came near me. And when she touched me, I felt nothing,” he added as his finger ran along the stem of the flower until the heat of his touch brushed up against her.
She dropped the stem instantly and drew her hand back to the comfort of her own lap. After a long quiet silence she lifted her eyes up to his. “Why did you ask to see me again?”
Garrett wondered how much he could reveal to her without frightening her away. I came to ask you to marry me, seemed too sudden and absurd, but he knew that his thoughts were tending in that direction. Especially after seeing this shy and self conscious side of her, he wanted her all to himself. On the other hand to tell her that he only wanted another moment like the one they had shared before, would sound callus and insincere.
“I wanted to see you,” he admitted and watched her face closely as she pulled a stray hair back behind her ear, causing him to smile.
“Can I see you?” Katherine asked, pointing at his top hat that kept his face hidden mostly in the shadows. Slowly, Garrett removed the item, letting her look on his face for the first time. She gazed at the hazel green eyes and short cropped blond hair as if she were memorizing the look of him. “I knew you would be handsome,” she admitted before quickly looking away again.
“May I ask for a favor as well?” Garrett asked and he enjoyed watching a frown gather at her brows, knitting them together in a cute, thoughtful pout. She nodded her head. “Why did you kiss me that night, after I had let you go?”
Her blush deepened as she admitted, “I don't know. I'm not usually very impulsive. It just felt right I suppose. I never thought I'd see you again, so it seemed that it was a chance worth taking.”
Garrett loved each shy and uncertain movement she made. It was hard to believe she had been capable of something as bold as kissing a complete stranger. The two images of her clashed in his mind, he wondered which she truly was, until he realized that the same war was still waging inside of her, over which of her impulses she should follow.
One of her hands had picked another small flower from beneath the bench, and she focused her attention on each petal, trying to appear calm even though her fingers shook.
He was even more handsome than she had thought he would be. The smooth lines of his jaw made her want to run her fingers along the stubble-free edge. Her fingers nearly shook from that craving. The night they had kissed, she had allowed her fingers to trace over that jaw, to grasp tightly to his shoulders, holding him closer to her.
Katherine blushed at just how bold she had been in the dark. She couldn't even imagine doing the same things beneath the sky tonight when
He knew that he shouldn't have, but Garrett had indulged himself in just standing there, watching her, as she waited for him to arrive. The same fascination and obsession that he had felt over the last few days was multiplied, with each soft petal of the wildflower that she had plucked away. The stem still hung loosely from her fingertips.
She caused him to feel things that he had not felt for a very long time. Protecting her from anything she feared, seemed to be his top emotion at present, followed swiftly by his more carnal feelings. He wanted to take her again in his arms and kiss again. Lay her back against the cold stone and taste her mouth, cheeks and the soft rise of her breasts until he could hear her moan once more beneath the pressure of his tongue.
“How did you know that it wasn't me?” she asked quietly, once she had picked which of the many questions to ask first.
“She didn't walk the same way that you do,” he whispered, closer to her ear than was prudent. “I couldn't smell ho ney and tea when she came near me. And when she touched me, I felt nothing,” he added as his finger ran along the stem of the flower until the heat of his touch brushed up against her.
She dropped the stem instantly and drew her hand back to the comfort of her own lap. After a long quiet silence she lifted her eyes up to his. “Why did you ask to see me again?”
Garrett wondered how much he could reveal to her without frightening her away. I came to ask you to marry me, seemed too sudden and absurd, but he knew that his thoughts were tending in that direction. Especially after seeing this shy and self conscious side of her, he wanted her all to himself. On the other hand to tell her that he only wanted another moment like the one they had shared before, would sound callus and insincere.
“I wanted to see you,” he admitted and watched her face closely as she pulled a stray hair back behind her ear, causing him to smile.
“Can I see you?” Katherine asked, pointing at his top hat that kept his face hidden mostly in the shadows. Slowly, Garrett removed the item, letting her look on his face for the first time. She gazed at the hazel green eyes and short cropped blond hair as if she were memorizing the look of him. “I knew you would be handsome,” she admitted before quickly looking away again.
“May I ask for a favor as well?” Garrett asked and he enjoyed watching a frown gather at her brows, knitting them together in a cute, thoughtful pout. She nodded her head. “Why did you kiss me that night, after I had let you go?”
Her blush deepened as she admitted, “I don't know. I'm not usually very impulsive. It just felt right I suppose. I never thought I'd see you again, so it seemed that it was a chance worth taking.”
Garrett loved each shy and uncertain movement she made. It was hard to believe she had been capable of something as bold as kissing a complete stranger. The two images of her clashed in his mind, he wondered which she truly was, until he realized that the same war was still waging inside of her, over which of her impulses she should follow.
One of her hands had picked another small flower from beneath the bench, and she focused her attention on each petal, trying to appear calm even though her fingers shook.
He was even more handsome than she had thought he would be. The smooth lines of his jaw made her want to run her fingers along the stubble-free edge. Her fingers nearly shook from that craving. The night they had kissed, she had allowed her fingers to trace over that jaw, to grasp tightly to his shoulders, holding him closer to her.
Katherine blushed at just how bold she had been in the dark. She couldn't even imagine doing the same things beneath the sky tonight when
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