Crescendo, Hush 2 - Webnode

touch sending a shiver of pleasure rippling through me. “I love
you,” he murmured.
Bracing my fingertips on his hard stomach, I leaned in,
stopping just short of a kiss. I love you more, I said, brushing
his mouth as I spoke.
Only, the words didn’t come out. They stayed caught in my
throat.
While Patch waited for me to respond, his smile faltered.
I love you, I tried again. Once again, the words stayed
clamped inside.
Patch’s expression turned anxious. “I love you, Nora,” he
repeated.
I nodded frantically, but he’d turned away. He swung off the
motorcycle and left without looking back.
I love you! I yelled after him. I love you, I love you!
But it was as if quicksand had been poured down my throat;
the harder I tried to wrestle the words out, the faster they were
towed under.
Patch was slipping away in a crowd. Night had fallen down
around us in a snap, and I could barely distinguish his black Tshirt
from the hundreds of other dark shirts in the masses. I ran
to catch up, but when I grabbed his arm, it was someone else
who turned around. A girl. It was too dark to get a good read on
her features, but I could tell she was beautiful.
“I love Patch,” she told me, smiling through shocking red
lipstick. “And I’m not afraid to say it.”
“I did say it!” I argued. “Last night I told him!”