But her voice was soft and heavenly. I love a southern drawl, Miss Scarlett.“Hi,” I said, always quick with a clever response. “I’m Tony. If y...u are referring to the racquetball poster, then yes, that’s me.”“I’m Whitney,” she said. There was a softness to the i-sound that just sucked me in.“Nice to meet you. Can I get you a Coke?”“They got fizzy water? I don’t do caffeine or sugar.”I rummaged around in the ice bucket until I came up with a can of sparkling water.“Is this what you’d like? It’s. So we actually wound up having a pretty good day. With nothing else on the agenda, I suggested going to the local museum of natural history; Susan had seemed to enjoy our visits to various art galleries and one or two of the other museums around town, and before the whole last few days had happened we'd planned this one, too. She was all for it, and felt the visit would be safe for me."Even if Walter's still out there looking for you," she said, "a museum's about the last place he'd think to. I lift my hands up, one around her should holding her neck, the other slips up into her wet hair.I lean closer and Ella gasps. Our lips are so close, but not touching. I can feel the heat of her skin, the fire of her breath. I am certain she can feel mine. I want her to finish this first kiss, I want to want this kiss as much as I do and so I wait. Letting the tension build. Ella is holding her breath, afraid to breathe, to lose this moment.Back in the barn, my fingers are pressing against my. It's time to talk to me about it."I wanted to... I really did... "I... I..." Dominique. See that door?" He pointed toward the front door and my eyes widened. "You may go through it at any time. Now talk, or walk."Fuck!. "I just... I mean... I don't know what I mean to you!!!"The weirdest silence settled over us as his shoulders slumped. He looked down at the floor for the longest time before raising his eyes to me. Tears threatened to spill onto my cheeks, I was so afraid. I don't know why, but.