my child?” I asked. “I know what it’s like growing up without a father, I would never willingly do that to a child, and I thought you understood that about me.”
“I didn’t know what to think, she knew things, she didn’t act surprised when I showed up at your door pregnant. I wanted to hear it from you, that’s why I called the last time, she said you were laying right next to her and didn’t want to talk to me. So I stopped calling.”
I reached out and brushed my fingers across her face, her kohl lined eyes looking back at me, and I knew it had hurt her, and for that I wanted to find Chloe and rip her to shreds. I leaned down and brushed my lips to hers, and a surge of lust went through me but I held it back. I knew she wasn’t ready for me to tell her I loved her still, I knew she was still confused, and I knew I had my work cut out gaining her trust back.
I flagged our waitress down after that and paid the bill, then tangled our hands together and pulled her out of her seat.
“Come on, let’s get out of here and have some fun.”
Chapter Nine
I was still reeling from the brief kiss we shared at the café; we sat in a comfortable silence in Seth’s car our fingers still laced together, while Seth absentmindedly rubbed the pad of his thumb over my knuckles in a seductive manner. I was lost in my thoughts when we parked by Lover’s Lane station.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I thought it would be fun to go to West End. I haven’t been there in years, and I want time with you away from everyone else,“ he said brushing his lips over my knuckles. “If that’s ok with you?”
“It sounds like fun, I haven’t been to the West End in a long time either,” I said, thinking but not saying, not since the last time I went with you.
We took the train down to West End, it’s a bit touristy for the most part but I’ve always loved it. It’s a few blocks away from the book conservatory where Oswald shot JFK from, it’s rich in Dallas history, with old brick buildings, and the street which is blocked off from traffic is still paved in rich red bricks weathered over the years. It’s filled with street performers, street artists selling their art on sidewalks while tourists watch them work. It has lots of restaurants and a club or two, where laughing groups of people filed out, chatting a bit loudly and tipsy from their drinks during dinner. We meandered through the crowds, people watching like we used to, stopping now and then to watch an artist, or a street performer juggle flaming balls. Seth kept a constant hold on my hand, occasionally using his other hand to brush fingers across my face, down my neck, turning me on even more.
“Want to go look around Marketplace?” Seth asked.
“Sure,” I replied a bit breathlessly. Seth looked down at me giving me a smile that said he knew exactly how he was affecting me.
We walked into the marketplace, which is a huge old brick building that’s been redone into various shops and stands. On the first floor are various food vendors, and my all-time favorite the homemade fudge vendor, they make it fresh in front of you, and the smells are always mouthwatering.
“I am coming back for fudge,” I told Seth, “but for now let’s go upstairs.”
He chuckled; I never came here without leaving with fudge.
We went up to the second level where some of the coolest shops are located, we walked past the magic shop, and other various stalls set up to sell things to tourists. I looked around a table that sold hand carved soap stone figures, boxes and jewelry. The whole time I perused the table Seth continued to taunt me with his touch brushing his thumb against my knuckles, trailing his fingers lightly down my neck. We wandered into the antique store which had always been a favorite of mine; looking at the eclectic items they had for sale, they sold hello kitty
“I didn’t know what to think, she knew things, she didn’t act surprised when I showed up at your door pregnant. I wanted to hear it from you, that’s why I called the last time, she said you were laying right next to her and didn’t want to talk to me. So I stopped calling.”
I reached out and brushed my fingers across her face, her kohl lined eyes looking back at me, and I knew it had hurt her, and for that I wanted to find Chloe and rip her to shreds. I leaned down and brushed my lips to hers, and a surge of lust went through me but I held it back. I knew she wasn’t ready for me to tell her I loved her still, I knew she was still confused, and I knew I had my work cut out gaining her trust back.
I flagged our waitress down after that and paid the bill, then tangled our hands together and pulled her out of her seat.
“Come on, let’s get out of here and have some fun.”
Chapter Nine
I was still reeling from the brief kiss we shared at the café; we sat in a comfortable silence in Seth’s car our fingers still laced together, while Seth absentmindedly rubbed the pad of his thumb over my knuckles in a seductive manner. I was lost in my thoughts when we parked by Lover’s Lane station.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I thought it would be fun to go to West End. I haven’t been there in years, and I want time with you away from everyone else,“ he said brushing his lips over my knuckles. “If that’s ok with you?”
“It sounds like fun, I haven’t been to the West End in a long time either,” I said, thinking but not saying, not since the last time I went with you.
We took the train down to West End, it’s a bit touristy for the most part but I’ve always loved it. It’s a few blocks away from the book conservatory where Oswald shot JFK from, it’s rich in Dallas history, with old brick buildings, and the street which is blocked off from traffic is still paved in rich red bricks weathered over the years. It’s filled with street performers, street artists selling their art on sidewalks while tourists watch them work. It has lots of restaurants and a club or two, where laughing groups of people filed out, chatting a bit loudly and tipsy from their drinks during dinner. We meandered through the crowds, people watching like we used to, stopping now and then to watch an artist, or a street performer juggle flaming balls. Seth kept a constant hold on my hand, occasionally using his other hand to brush fingers across my face, down my neck, turning me on even more.
“Want to go look around Marketplace?” Seth asked.
“Sure,” I replied a bit breathlessly. Seth looked down at me giving me a smile that said he knew exactly how he was affecting me.
We walked into the marketplace, which is a huge old brick building that’s been redone into various shops and stands. On the first floor are various food vendors, and my all-time favorite the homemade fudge vendor, they make it fresh in front of you, and the smells are always mouthwatering.
“I am coming back for fudge,” I told Seth, “but for now let’s go upstairs.”
He chuckled; I never came here without leaving with fudge.
We went up to the second level where some of the coolest shops are located, we walked past the magic shop, and other various stalls set up to sell things to tourists. I looked around a table that sold hand carved soap stone figures, boxes and jewelry. The whole time I perused the table Seth continued to taunt me with his touch brushing his thumb against my knuckles, trailing his fingers lightly down my neck. We wandered into the antique store which had always been a favorite of mine; looking at the eclectic items they had for sale, they sold hello kitty
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