Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it!
I’ll be off, spending it with my family. Opening presents, having brunch, and preparing Christmas dinner. I doubt I’ll be here much during the day.
I haven’t forgotten Me Me Monday, though, or Unwilling to Be Yours. It’s time to pick up right where Peter left off on Saturday, gazing into Christopher’s eyes…
There were other colors in his irises besides red and purple. Bits of silver, blue, green, and gold swam within them, like reflected light swimming on the surface of a pond. “If you hold me too close, you’ll find out just how dangerous I can be.”
“I’m not entirely against danger.” I reached out a hand to touch his cheek.
I ran my fingers down his face in a slow, cautious exploration. “I’m willing to wait for a chance to hold you, for you to ask me to do so.”
The tension left Christopher’s mouth, as he looked at me. “You fool,” he whispered.
A smile trembled on his lips, spreading across them. He met my eyes, allowing their many hues to soften into something welcoming.
Something almost willing.
Such an expression had definitely been worth the wait.
It gave me hope. Enough hope not to give up…yet.
I’m not letting you have him, Prick. Not without a fight.
Especially now that I have a chance. I can see it in his eyes.
It’s only a small one, but it’s enough to cup in my hands and warm my heart. Enough to ignite my passion and keep it going.
Enough to be fanned into something greater and more enduring.
This is the end of Unwilling to Be Yours, the second prelude to Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest.
Next Wednesday, Valentine’s Day comes early and carries over to the new year! Duessa Ashelocke returns to the Navel and we return to Christopher’s first perspective in the third prelude to Stealing Myself From Shadows, Be My Valentine…Snack.