All of the the words that were spoken, all of the background noise, all of the fury and hurt and mock hatred....melted away the very second he felt Nancy begin to respond to him. The feel of her arms as they looped around his neck made his breath catch, and then in the very next instant she was pouring her passion into the kiss.
That was all the encouragement he needed. He deepened the kiss, letting his tongue travel the inner softness of her lips before meeting her own. His breath was ragged from not only desire but from the outflow of emotions just moments prior. He poured everything he had into that kiss, letting it speak every word, every apology, that he'd he'd never find the words to say.
And when it was over, he pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes closed, his breathing heavy. He didn't release his hold on her yet, though...he needed her just then. He needed the closeness, the sense of reality that she brought him. He realized, standing there with her like that, that this was the first time he had felt like he'd come home since he'd arrived in Cascade.
"Goddammit, I'm such an asshole." His voice was low, very near a whisper. "I don't want to hurt you...I never wanted to hurt you, Nancy." He pulled back just enough so he could look into those golden eyes that had always enchanted him. "I didn't mean what I said. I still love you...and I've never stopped. That is the only important business I've ever had. Not them at the bar, not that damned car in the lot. Just you." He reached one finger to catch the tear that had tracked down the softness of her cheek. "You've done too much of this over the likes of me. He motioned to the tear he'd just wiped away. He looked at her a moment longer, before sighing and shaking his head. "Ahh shit, honey...what are we gonna do." For one that usually had the answers...for once, he was stumped.
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