分节阅读_71

  ”i'm not surprised you heard something you didn't like. you know what
  they say about eavesdropners,” i reminded him.
  ”i warned you i would be listening.”
  ”ahat you didn't want to khing i was thinking.”
  ”you did,” he agreed, but his voice was still rough. ”you aren't
  precisely right, though. i do want to know what you're thinking —
  everything. i just wish… that you wouldhihings.”
  i scowled. ”that's quite a distin.”
  ”but that's he poi.”
  ”then what is?” we were ioward each other across the table now.
  he had his large white hands folded under his ; i leaned forward, my
  right hand y neck. i had to remi we were in
  a crowded lun, with probably many curious eyes on us. it was too
  easy to get in our owele bubble.
  ”do you truly believe that you e than i do for you?” he
  murmured, leao me as he spoke, his dark golden eyes pierg.
  i tried to remember how to exhale. i had to look away before it came back
  to me.
  ”y it again,” i muttered.
  his eyes opeh surprise. ”what?”
  ”dazzling me,” i admitted, trying to trate as i looked back at him.
  ”oh.” he frowned.
  ”it's not your fault,” i sighed. ”you 't help it.”
  ”are you going to aion?”
  i looked down. ”yes.”
  ”yes, y to answer, or yes, you really think that?” he was
  irritated again.
  ”yes, i really think that.” i kept my eyes dowable, my eyes
  trag the pattern of the faux rihe lamihe
  silence dragged on. i stubborhe first to break it this
  time, fighting hard agaiio his expression.
  finally he spoke, voice velvet soft. ”y.”
  i glao see that his eyes were gentle.
  ”you 't know that,” i disagreed in a whisper. i shook my head in
  doubt, though my heart throbbed at his words and i wanted so badly to
  believe them.
  ”what makes you think so?” his liquid topaz eyes were peing —
  trying futilely, i assumed, to lift the truth straight from my mind.
  i stared back, struggling to think spite of his fad
  some lain. as i searched for the words, i could see him getting
  impatient; frustrated by my sileed to scowl. i lifted my
  hand from my ned held up one finger.
  ”let me think,” i insisted. his expressiohat he was
  satisfied that i lanning to answer. i dropped my haable,
  movi hand so that my palms were pressed together. i stared at
  my hands, twisting and untwisting my fingers, as i finally spoke.
  ”well, aside from the obvious, sometimes…” i hesitated. ”i 't be sure
  — i don't know how to read minds — but sometimes it seems like you're
  trying to say goodbye when y somethi was the
  best i up the sensation of anguish that his wered in
  me at times.
  ”perceptive,” he whispered. ahe anguish again, surfag as
  he y fear. ”that's exactly why y, though,” he began
  to explain, but then his eyes do you mean, 'the obvious'?”
  ”well, look at me,” i said, unnecessarily as he was already staring. ”i'm
  absolutely ordinary — well, except for bad thihe h
  experiend being so clumsy that i'm almost disabled. and look at
  you.” i waved my hand toward him and all his bewilderiion.
  his brrily for a momehed as his eyes took on
  a knowing look. ”you don't see yourself very clearly, you know. i'll
  admit you're dead-on about the bad things,” he chuckled blackly, ”but you
  did every humahis school was thinking on your
  first day.”
  i blionished. ”i do…” i mumbled to myself.
  ”trust me just this once — you are