as breathing to her.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me. What
I want to do to you should have me shot.”
His words sounded promising. She didn’t
understand what he exactly meant by the words. He pulled his thumb out of her
mouth and moved away.
“I can’t think when I’m close to you.” He sat on
the edge of the bed, his hands running through his hair. Her gaze caught in the
different tones of colour. For a forty year old man, his hair had the healthy
sheen of someone younger. She walked to the edge of the bed where he sat and
ran her fingers through the strands of his hair.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I want to touch you.”
Isaac relaxed. He held onto her waist as she
stroked his hair. The soft wavy lengths fascinated her. He stroked her stomach
through the fabric of her top. She’d chosen a thick one to beat against the
cold outside. His touch moved under her shirt until he was on her skin. She
held her breath from the electric. Whenever he touched her, the fire in her
veins ignited, and she struggled to think coherently.
“You’re skin is soft.”
“I use good soap. Do you have your hair
professionally done?” she asked.
“I have it cut by the only man I’d let near me
with a pair of scissors. How do you have your hair cut?” He looked up and
touched her hair, one of his hands on her stomach while the other twirled a
curl of her hair between his fingers.
“I do it.”
“Why don’t you go to the hairdressers’?”
Noelle blushed. She never thought she would have
to look good for anyone. Staring at the strand of her hair he held, she saw the
split ends. She used scissors and simply cut bits of her hair until they lay
down her arm.
“I cut it myself without looking in the mirror.”
“You don’t look in the mirror?”
She shook her head. Her throat hurt from the
lump. She could barely breathe. “I’ve not looked in the mirror for a long
time.”
His gaze seemed to look deep into her very soul.
Noelle couldn’t turn away as she was captured by him.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are.”
There was no way she could be beautiful. One
side of her face was a mess. She recalled spending a great deal of time looking
in the mirror when she was younger. One side of her face had been pale,
completely unmarked by the accident. On the other side had been the brutal,
striking, deep red scar showing the ugliness of what she’d been through. Since
that day where she spent most of her day staring at her reflections she’d made
it a rule to never seek out her reflection.
The other day when she’d seen herself in the
window was the small luxury she allowed herself.
****
Isaac saw the conflicting emotions flash across
her face. His heart broke thinking about all that she’d lost. To most men, the
scar would be a massive deterrent. He saw past the scar to the beautiful woman
underneath. The mark on her face was pale, and he could tell the accident had
happened some time ago even without her talking about it.
Her hair was thick and beautiful. The dark red
colour she had it made her skin look far paler than if she went back to the
blonde in the picture. Sighing out at the unfairness of her situation, he went
back to stroking the flesh of her belly. He smiled when he felt her quiver from
his touch. She felt the connection as well, the electricity which passed
between them. No other woman had made him so energized and desperate to be with
her.
Inhaling her lemony scent, he relaxed as she
caressed his hair. If he could come home from work every day to her, he knew
he’d be a happy man. She gave him peace where no one else could.
He thought about her hair and was determined to
see that she got a decent hair cut. By the time he was finished she would be
able to look in the mirror and see the woman that he saw. Her kindness should
be cherished. Many people would see past her scars if only she gave them time.
His thoughts were ludicrous. He knew that if he
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me. What
I want to do to you should have me shot.”
His words sounded promising. She didn’t
understand what he exactly meant by the words. He pulled his thumb out of her
mouth and moved away.
“I can’t think when I’m close to you.” He sat on
the edge of the bed, his hands running through his hair. Her gaze caught in the
different tones of colour. For a forty year old man, his hair had the healthy
sheen of someone younger. She walked to the edge of the bed where he sat and
ran her fingers through the strands of his hair.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I want to touch you.”
Isaac relaxed. He held onto her waist as she
stroked his hair. The soft wavy lengths fascinated her. He stroked her stomach
through the fabric of her top. She’d chosen a thick one to beat against the
cold outside. His touch moved under her shirt until he was on her skin. She
held her breath from the electric. Whenever he touched her, the fire in her
veins ignited, and she struggled to think coherently.
“You’re skin is soft.”
“I use good soap. Do you have your hair
professionally done?” she asked.
“I have it cut by the only man I’d let near me
with a pair of scissors. How do you have your hair cut?” He looked up and
touched her hair, one of his hands on her stomach while the other twirled a
curl of her hair between his fingers.
“I do it.”
“Why don’t you go to the hairdressers’?”
Noelle blushed. She never thought she would have
to look good for anyone. Staring at the strand of her hair he held, she saw the
split ends. She used scissors and simply cut bits of her hair until they lay
down her arm.
“I cut it myself without looking in the mirror.”
“You don’t look in the mirror?”
She shook her head. Her throat hurt from the
lump. She could barely breathe. “I’ve not looked in the mirror for a long
time.”
His gaze seemed to look deep into her very soul.
Noelle couldn’t turn away as she was captured by him.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are.”
There was no way she could be beautiful. One
side of her face was a mess. She recalled spending a great deal of time looking
in the mirror when she was younger. One side of her face had been pale,
completely unmarked by the accident. On the other side had been the brutal,
striking, deep red scar showing the ugliness of what she’d been through. Since
that day where she spent most of her day staring at her reflections she’d made
it a rule to never seek out her reflection.
The other day when she’d seen herself in the
window was the small luxury she allowed herself.
****
Isaac saw the conflicting emotions flash across
her face. His heart broke thinking about all that she’d lost. To most men, the
scar would be a massive deterrent. He saw past the scar to the beautiful woman
underneath. The mark on her face was pale, and he could tell the accident had
happened some time ago even without her talking about it.
Her hair was thick and beautiful. The dark red
colour she had it made her skin look far paler than if she went back to the
blonde in the picture. Sighing out at the unfairness of her situation, he went
back to stroking the flesh of her belly. He smiled when he felt her quiver from
his touch. She felt the connection as well, the electricity which passed
between them. No other woman had made him so energized and desperate to be with
her.
Inhaling her lemony scent, he relaxed as she
caressed his hair. If he could come home from work every day to her, he knew
he’d be a happy man. She gave him peace where no one else could.
He thought about her hair and was determined to
see that she got a decent hair cut. By the time he was finished she would be
able to look in the mirror and see the woman that he saw. Her kindness should
be cherished. Many people would see past her scars if only she gave them time.
His thoughts were ludicrous. He knew that if he
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