Bared To You
She was happy now, or close enough to it, and I’d do anything to let her stay in that fragile peace.
“I want my birthday gift now,” she said suddenly, catching me off guard.
“I’ll see what I can do. It’s expired,” I admitted, a small smile tugging at my lips.
“Did you get me something edible?” she asked, a hint of hope flickering across her face.
“No.” I shook my head, unwilling to reveal more. “I won’t tell you until I can sort it out.”
Beth’s eyes — deep brown, the color of dark chocolate — met mine, and I felt the familiar sensation of being laid bare under her gaze. Sometimes it seemed she could see right into my soul.