We gotta describe something…
How about confusion, thrown in with a bit of despair?
His spine heated.
His breath hitched without him even realizing it and his heart started to slam against his ribs.
Oh, fuck, no.
She couldn’t be here.
But even as he thought it, he found himself remembering that godawful fear he’d felt coming from. The way she’d looked at him…You can’t help me.
If any group of people spelled bad news, it was the people that Patrick Whitmore ran with. But how did she get involved…
Patrick was slowing to a stop near a long, leggy brunette. She was facing away from them, but at his touch, she turned.
If Joss hadn’t had years, years upon years of schooling his every fucking emotion, he would have lost it.
Just plain and simply lost it.
I’m spoken for.
The soft sigh in her voice as she said, Damn it, why couldn’t you have come into my life a year ago? Two years ago? Why now? I can’t have you now.