Tear

Carson grits his teeth against the burning in his eyes, and though Misty turns his face, he refuses to meet her gaze.

Her arms wrap around him in a comforting hold – one he’s not sure he’s experienced before. His head on her shoulder, a tear finally falls, signaling a war coming to an end.

His hands find their way around Misty as well, realizing the warmth and reassurance she offers. She had a sassy edge and a spitfire disposition. But right now…he was seeing her as someone completely different…someone who demanded respect and gentleness in return.

Carson had had women in his arms before…more than he’d care to admit. But it hadn’t been like this…he’d never received comfort…care…mercy…Misty’s kindness gave him a warmth no one else ever had. She evoked a feeling he’d never felt…it was almost scary, but too comforting to fear completely.

Pulling away, Carson sinks further into his pillow, pushing Misty back enough to see her face. His few tears released were enough to subside his emotions for now, and he moves his hand to cradle her face, the bandage on his wrist, reminding him of his reality. His reddened eyes search her own, a smile so faint it could go undetected, playing with his mouth. “Where I come from, a sheila like you isn’t allowed to just walk away after treating a man like this – there are consequences you know.”