Stanley gazed into her hazel eyes, hoping to find some of the fire…the je ne sais quoi that had inexorably drawn him to her like a moth to a flame. Sadly, he saw her dull, listless expression only bore mute witness she felt none of the all-consuming passion he did for her.
He longed to effuse, to evoke, to remonstrate. He desperately needed to find some way to ensure Louise would never reject him again. The ache of her unkindness had insinuated itself deep within his very soul and could not be easily dispelled.
He instinctively felt the futility of such. The sure and certain realization that her heart was forever beyond his ability to win back did little more than rub salt into his wounded soul.
He yearned to hold her, to stroke the silk of her hair and inhale her clean, fragrant essence. Her stilted, withdrawn pose invited no closeness, no intimacy whatsoever. That she’d called his embraces, his touches, his kisses “fumbling” and ‘inept’ was thoroughly unexpected, Stanley had nearly wept. Even now, he could scarcely believe she found any sort of contact with him to be…’repugnant’.
This story was written for the Love Bites Blog Hop.