Tired?? No, that doesn’t seem right. Unless he’s tired of something/someone rather than needing more sleep. Normally, I think I can read James pretty good, but today I just couldn’t firgure out what it was….
He promised.. like he didn’t mean it. Like he already regretted it.
“James?” I started.
“Hmm, Sasha?” he mumered in response, and drew his arm back. I frowned, starting to get mad now.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
I tried very hard to not let my voice show the frustration that was building inside of me.
He turned, releasing his chocolate brown eyes’ full smoldering power on mine, and I inwardly flinched. I knew he was trying to tell my something complicated, something not even he himself had figured out.
“Nothing,” he whispered and turned to look at my backyard pool’s clear blue water. I, too, turned my gaze towards the pool. I took a deep breath and held it counting the leaves floating there. Ten. Exhale. This was pointless. I slowly looked back over at him.
“James..” I sighed.