shadesofmeaning
It lay on the table, imposing its presence on her life. She glanced at him, eyes wide, before looking back at the offending object.
"You want me to what?" she asked, disbelief shading her normally sarcastic tone.
"You heard me. I think it'll be a good stress reliever to hit some apples with the racket. Besides," a smirk flashed over his features, "it'll teach you a little self defense."
The words didn’t flow. Her eyes met his across the table, a smile that felt disjointed and out of place crossed her lips. Brown eyes stared her down, daring her to say anything. To explain how, in so many short minutes, she had ruined his life.
No words came to her and she cast her eyes down. There was nothing to say.
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