Morning coffee brought out all the secrets they had been keeping. “The silence,” he said, “is me thinking.”
There’s nothing I want more than to tell you the truth.
There’s nothing I want less than for you to know the truth.
As he squeezed her hand and looked deep into her eyes, she wondered if it was only her eyes he could see, or if he was able to look through them and into the dark lair where she kept her secrets hidden.
She blinked a couple times and looked away, an innocent smile on her face, deceptively stealing interest in the beauty of their surroundings, not yet ready for her eyes to plead guilty.