Valentines Day – True Honor

Happy Valentines Day – Enjoy this moment from Chris and Claire's story – True Honor



Back in the car.  Back on the freeway.

"I'm sorry, Chris.  You're right.  It was none of my business."

He didn't even blink—very focused on the road ahead. Instead of being irritated at his silence, her heart went out to him.  She resisted the urge to reach across and touch him.

"You don't have to do this alone, Chris.  Your friends think the world of you and only want to help you.  I know I'm just your attorney, but I'd like to think I'm your friend as well."

She let it go at that.

When they got back to the motel, he again opened her door and helped her out.  Then he saw her safely to her room, all without comment.

At the door, she turned to face him.

"Thank you for dinner, Chris.  I enjoyed being with you."  And then she did the unthinkable.  She stood on tip-toe and placed a kiss on his cheek. 

He froze.

And she froze.

Right there, staring at each other.  Frozen on the edge of crumbling, of coming apart, of coming together.

And then he stepped back, and put on the polite smile before turning and walking away.

She'd had plenty of kisses in her life, from the innocent ones when walked home by a boy who carried her books to the hot and steamy ones that left you panting and your insides reaching for more.  But never had she had one that held more promise.  She really liked this man.  She could picture them being the best of friends for the rest of their lives, no matter how much distance lay between them.

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VetteGabe didn't have to try not to think as he drove home.  He did need to work to focus, though.  His eyes crossed more than once and he gritted his teeth to concentrate on the road ahead.

Once home, he fell into bed, expecting to be dead to the world until his alarm sounded at five.  That didn't happen.  Instead, he tossed and turned, even got up once and puked.  His hands shook.

In one corner of his brain, he clicked through every imaginable disease, taking inventory of how he felt.  Eventually, he gave up, deciding that having your life crash around you might just have physical manifestations.

The only sweet spot in the night, which he spent up and down and only sleeping in small bits, was the kiss.  Every defense he'd thrown up at her disapproval of his life choices, and managed to keep up through dinner and the miserable trip home, had been weakened by her words but had been completely undone by the kiss. 

His stomach lurched with unshed tears. 

He couldn't remember ever being so scared.





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