Soo...it's almost Valentine's Day, and I wanted to share with you one of my favorite scenes--a very romantic scene, because it's THE FIRST TIME ROB AND SCAR KISS! Here's PART ONE, and now here's PART TWO:
Rob’s eyes were fierce and hard and they glittered down at me. “Please explain in some small measure, Scarlet.”
“Allan? He’s a thief, from London. Kindred soul,” I said.
My eyes shut. “Rob, I had to.”
“No, you didn’t. You told me you would never go back to him. You told me you understood that he would kill you. And what is wrong with your hand? Is it broken? You went to him with a broken hand?”
“Rob,” I said low, not daring to open my eyes. “My hand’ll be right again. And as for killing me . . . well, he hasn’t yet.”
“Scarlet.” My eyes flew open and his were shut tight, his head bent. Hurting, I pushed my forehead to his. His hands came up and held my face, leaning as if he were ’bout to kiss me. His eyes opened a sliver and met mine, and he let me go, swearing and turning from me.
“That’s why, Rob,” I told him soft.
“Why what?” he snapped, turning back round.
“Why I went to Gisbourne. Because I need to kiss you, to touch you, to hold on to you through your awful dreams. Without us both wondering if we’re doing a sin. ”
He turned back to me and caught me, one arm round my waist pulling me off my feet and the other in my hair tugging my head back. I caught his eyes, fixed on me in a way that made heat rush over me in a breaking wave, and I couldn’t breathe.
Stayed tuned tomorrow...you might say it's the most romantic piece yet...