Whisper

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"Waking up and you not being with me."

I took a deep breath and wiped a tear from my eye.

"Like I did just then."

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"You thought I had left?"

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I shrugged.

"The thought did cross my mind."

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She sat on the window ledge, sipping the wine.

"So, you honestly thought I had woke up in the middle of the night and snuck off into the shadows?"

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Thankfully, it was fairly dark, so Evangeline could not see my shame blush.

"Well. This is not a normal thing for me."

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"What about Sheila? Didn't you two have something special?"

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I nodded.

"Sheila was special, but ..."

I searched for the right words.

"She was not ...

I mean ...

what we had ..."

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"Just sex?" Evangeline offered.

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I shook my head.

"No. Not at all.

But there was not the connection."

I took the wine from Evangeline and finished it. I saw the wine bottle on the fireplace mantle and went to refill it.

"I did not get the same feeling with her, that I get with you."

I turned back to her, passing her the wine.

"Even in Twillingate, I felt something, with you. Something deeper."

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"Maybe you were just horny?" she smirked.

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I shook my head.

"No."

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She looked shock.

"So, I did not turn you on?"

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I took a deep breath.

"Let's just drop it. Obviously you are not taking this serious."

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She put the wine on the window ledge and walked to me.

"You say funny little things when you are stressed ...

well, I tease and make light of the situation."

She kissed me lightly on the lips.

"I felt something too, Will. Why do you think I came to you that night?"

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"Bored?"

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She playfully slapped my chest.

"Very."

She sat back on the ledge.

"I wanted to talk to you. To set some kind of boundary, for when I came back."