He should get up and leave. Philip thought to himself, seeing the
blush on
her cheeks and the look that had been in her eyes before she looked
down.
But if he did he would make her feel uncomfortable.
And, and well he didn't want that.
Of course, being honest with himself, he didn't want to get up
either.
He looked at her briefly and then turned his gaze away, mentally
kicking
himself in the backside for the conflicting emotions he was feeling.
You're a Priest, remember? Bloody well remember that.
"Done." Kristin declared. "Now, try to stay away from anybody who
can toss you around," tilting her head she smiled. "And soccer fields."
Backing away from Philip, she busied herself with packing up the
first aid kit and putting it back under the sink, too embarrassed to
look back over at him. What was wrong with her? First the dream about
him and now this? Gazing into Philip's eyes? Shaking her head in
disgust at herself, she narrowly missed banging her head off the bottom
of the sink.
Resolving to stop these thoughts/feelings and most definately the
dreams about Philip, she stood. Hoping Philip hadn't been able to
'read' her as well as he normally did, she turned back to him with her
hand on the fridge door. "Juice?" she asked, fighting to keep her
voice level.
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