The Secret Monologue

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Jack's POV:

Why, wasn't she eating? I desperately tried to hold my smile as I looked across at that lovely creature. She was stunning tonight that was for sure. Her hair fell down perfectly around her shoulders, and the dress she had on was ravishing. Not too bad of a pick, Jack. Those blue eyes I had come to love glared across at me. Ok. Ok. I understand the night started off rough, but that's the past. Let's just leave that behind us.

Listen to your own words Jack..

I shook away the voice in my head and tried to remain calm. Don't think back to that. She continued to sit there to my dismay, not frightened, just...bored?

"Want me to get you some?" I asked. The handcuffs around her were very constricting. The way they were set I knew it was impossible for her to try to stand or do much of anything. That's probably why she wasn't eating. I quickly reached across the table and memories of being smacked on the hand flashed back to me. Don't reach. I retracted my hand with the plate and filled it with shrimp and scallops, then set it back in front of her. She glanced wearily down at it and then leaned back in her chair, a huge sigh filling her lungs. My eye twitched. …show more content…

She flashed those sapphire eyes up to meet mine for a brief second before turning them down once more.

"I don't want to be here..." She muttered almost entirely to herself. My fingers drummed my thigh under the table. What did she mean with this nonsense? She was staying here anyways...why did she always have to make things bad? Why couldn't she just enjoy this time we had together? I just wanted one night to change her mind. I could do that couldn't I? Yes. Yes, you've got it Jack.

I cleared my throat. "Try them. I know you'll like

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