"Pike, Christopher - Whisper Of Death.(1991)TXT" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pike Christopher)

I was looking at the stars in his eyes, the ones I had
put there. And I was looking far away. Like I said, he
was too cute. My determination wavered. I had no
choice but to say what I did.

"I love you," I whispered.

The words seemed to worry him, like when I had
missed the pitchfork, which had only made me smile.

I wished so much that he would smile right then.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because it makes me happy." I hesitated. "Do you
love me?"

Now I had put him on the spot. He was really
missing his cigarette. But he didn't look away. He
kissed me instead, lightly, and then sneezed in his lap.
I had to laugh.

"Never mind," I said.

He shook his head. "It's not you. It's the hay."

I lifted my knee and poked him with my foot. "I like
this hay. It's like one giant bed."

That was a hint he understood. The way he looked
at me changed. It wasn't a lustful look. It was more
like his worry deepened and transformed inside him,
becoming something closer to fear. But being scared
can be fun, and he looked interested, too. He took me
in his arms.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

I brushed his hair back. "What comes easiest."

"Rox . . ." he began. I closed his lips with my finger.

"Shh. You don't have to say it."

"I love you, too."

"I told you," I began. He closed off my lips, with his
finger.