if the journey of a thousand miles starts when you take the first step
Eloise expected Jack to laugh at her, to quip something about her racier sexual thoughts of him, or to perhaps offer that she might find out for herself. At first not even the blade worried her. Naive he'd called her, and she there in the moonlight, bambi-brown eyes wide and confused, was easy prey.
Glancing over her shoulder as he advanced her way—the assumption being that the presence of the knife was because two men were back or some others—seeing nothing but an empty beach was as confusing as the cold look in his blue eyes when she turned back to him.
"Jack?" The colour drained from her face, Eloise taking several steps backwards in the sands, her movements growing ever more unsteady the more distance she tried to put between them.
Glancing over her shoulder as he advanced her way—the assumption being that the presence of the knife was because two men were back or some others—seeing nothing but an empty beach was as confusing as the cold look in his blue eyes when she turned back to him.
"Jack?" The colour drained from her face, Eloise taking several steps backwards in the sands, her movements growing ever more unsteady the more distance she tried to put between them.
i'll travel for a little while, & i won't be coming back
