His eyes.
It had been his eyes, I had fallen in love with. A mixture of endless blue, with a hint of sadness, that made me want to reach out to him, heal whatever scars he had lived in his relatively short live.
I held my breath, every time I saw him, hoping, wishing and longing for that, what was not supposed to be. After all, I was his boss, he worked for me.
But the quietness of his gentle being had broken something free in me, a boldness that surprised me. I had to take a chance. the hell with the consequences.
I broke all of the rules, and broke through his shell, with every moment we spent together, one brick of the thick wall he had built, to keep everyone out, at a disappeared, until he stood in front of me, raw, open, vulnerable, but the strongest man I had ever known.
His passion and boldness came as a surprise, a welcome one, the sadness in those blue eyes changing to a loving confidence, as he became for me, what I thought I would be for him.
A healer from past scars, my shelter, my rock.
Rescuing me.
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014
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