She stopped smiling, and stopped.. doing anything. She sort of froze, unable to think of anything to say, any sarcastic comments, any words.. at all
You know as well as I do that there’s a story here, Pippy, with you and me.. and I’m in. He stopped, not sure what to say. He wished he had telepathy, so he could hear what was going through her mind, because she definitely wasn't verbalising her thoughts. I’ve always prided myself on never being scared of anything – I was never scared of flying, never scared of the dark, never scared of the number thirteen, never scared of being caught by the cops, never scared of spiders.. But even thinking about you saying no.. I’ve never been more afraid than I am now.
The silence that ensued was long, but Boston didn't even blink as the minutes passed by, unable to think about anything except her. Finally, she took a deep breathe, and he couldn't think of a word good enough to describe how scared he was I'm sorry, Boston. But no