The Huntress Returns pt 2
Oliver allowed a smile when he caught her looking at him.
Unconsciously, her hand went to his chest to smooth out the material. “Little big, huh?”
“It is, but it’s comfortable. It’s dry.”
“Can I get you anything to drink? I have herbal tea, coffee, and hot chocolate.”
“Hot chocolate sounds good.” He stopped her from getting up, putting his hand on her arm.
“I’ll get it….” His voice was soft, concerned, guilt ridden.
“Okay...” She smiled softly. “If you want marshmallows, I think I still have some in the right hand drawer by the stove.”
For just a moment, his eyes took on an innocent, child like quality at the mention of marshmallows. ‘I’ll be back. Just stay here...rest, okay?”
She held up her good hand. “Scout’s honor.”
She could hear him rattling around in the kitchen, hearing the water start to boil, and then him opening and closing drawers as he tried to locate the hot chocolate mix and the bag of marshmallows. She stirred the fire with her good hand.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Oliver set down a steaming cup of hot chocolate on the ledge near her.
"Thanks.."
He took a sip off his mug, but then set it down, his face looking pained again.
"Oliver?"
His body started to shake and then he buried his face in his hands. She had to listen, but he was saying over and over again, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.." He didn't resist when she rested his head against the part of her chest that didn't hurt, stroking his hair.
Unconsciously, her hand went to his chest to smooth out the material. “Little big, huh?”
“It is, but it’s comfortable. It’s dry.”
“Can I get you anything to drink? I have herbal tea, coffee, and hot chocolate.”
“Hot chocolate sounds good.” He stopped her from getting up, putting his hand on her arm.
“I’ll get it….” His voice was soft, concerned, guilt ridden.
“Okay...” She smiled softly. “If you want marshmallows, I think I still have some in the right hand drawer by the stove.”
For just a moment, his eyes took on an innocent, child like quality at the mention of marshmallows. ‘I’ll be back. Just stay here...rest, okay?”
She held up her good hand. “Scout’s honor.”
She could hear him rattling around in the kitchen, hearing the water start to boil, and then him opening and closing drawers as he tried to locate the hot chocolate mix and the bag of marshmallows. She stirred the fire with her good hand.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Oliver set down a steaming cup of hot chocolate on the ledge near her.
"Thanks.."
He took a sip off his mug, but then set it down, his face looking pained again.
"Oliver?"
His body started to shake and then he buried his face in his hands. She had to listen, but he was saying over and over again, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.." He didn't resist when she rested his head against the part of her chest that didn't hurt, stroking his hair.