In true stubborn fashion, her mind entertained the thought of running. Every cell in her body had wanted to, but her heart knew that had not been what she truly desired. She had been safe, though her mind couldn’t fully comprehend what that had meant. The feline had expected to be attacked, though she knew there was no real danger. She had been in fight or flight mode, her nervous system on edge, and paranoia often stirred within her mind. The leopardess needed an escape as she felt trapped and the only outlet in the situation had been beyond the heavy wooded area. Though she sat there and physically looked relaxed while holding a glass of wine, that had been far from the truth.
Everything Rafe had spoken had been the truth. One she had not wanted to hear. How long she thought the avoidance game would have continued? Unrealistically, until she had been mentally strong enough. She knew this moment would fall upon them, but not thought it would have been so soon. In truth, she knew a week had been more than enough time, but the feline had liked to believe otherwise. Deep within, Naomi knew she had no reason to be hostile to her old friend. He had never done anything to wrong her and if anything, he had always proven he would be in her corner. Primal instincts had played a heavy role as she fought to withdraw, to hiss, and bare claws.
Silence had fallen between them as she had not responded to the last words the vampire spoke. She sat there, the feline’s gaze still fixated beyond yonder. Mentally, she had battled with herself on what action to take. Time had continued to pass and the leopardess had not stirred. Stubbornness had not allowed her to make the first move for she felt like she could not trust Rafe with her vulnerability which had been far from the truth. She struggled with logic and irrational mental talk before Naomi finally gave.
The once dilated pupils had returned to normal size as the feline started to shift in her seat. The legs that was once beneath her had un-folded as her bare feet had been planted on the cool wood beneath. She had rose from her perched position and turned to face Rafe; the first time she had laid eyes on him since arriving at Greenbrooke. The glass still dangled in her hand as she gripped the thin neck of the glass for dear life. She had scanned over his taller frame, memories had been brought to the surface as her eyes had softened. Still in its brilliant emerald hue as she slowly blinked. “Thank you..” Had been the words that slipped passed her lips.
Naomi stood there, not closing the gap between them as she still had been wary. “This is not how I envisioned meeting again.” Her voice had been soft, shy over a whisper as she bore into his eyes. The walls around the feline still had been tightly pressed against her form, but underneath had been emotions that waited to be released.
Everything Rafe had spoken had been the truth. One she had not wanted to hear. How long she thought the avoidance game would have continued? Unrealistically, until she had been mentally strong enough. She knew this moment would fall upon them, but not thought it would have been so soon. In truth, she knew a week had been more than enough time, but the feline had liked to believe otherwise. Deep within, Naomi knew she had no reason to be hostile to her old friend. He had never done anything to wrong her and if anything, he had always proven he would be in her corner. Primal instincts had played a heavy role as she fought to withdraw, to hiss, and bare claws.
Silence had fallen between them as she had not responded to the last words the vampire spoke. She sat there, the feline’s gaze still fixated beyond yonder. Mentally, she had battled with herself on what action to take. Time had continued to pass and the leopardess had not stirred. Stubbornness had not allowed her to make the first move for she felt like she could not trust Rafe with her vulnerability which had been far from the truth. She struggled with logic and irrational mental talk before Naomi finally gave.
The once dilated pupils had returned to normal size as the feline started to shift in her seat. The legs that was once beneath her had un-folded as her bare feet had been planted on the cool wood beneath. She had rose from her perched position and turned to face Rafe; the first time she had laid eyes on him since arriving at Greenbrooke. The glass still dangled in her hand as she gripped the thin neck of the glass for dear life. She had scanned over his taller frame, memories had been brought to the surface as her eyes had softened. Still in its brilliant emerald hue as she slowly blinked. “Thank you..” Had been the words that slipped passed her lips.
Naomi stood there, not closing the gap between them as she still had been wary. “This is not how I envisioned meeting again.” Her voice had been soft, shy over a whisper as she bore into his eyes. The walls around the feline still had been tightly pressed against her form, but underneath had been emotions that waited to be released.
