Okay, here's another chapter, but I think I totally botched it this time. Anyway, please tell me what toi think and thank toi for your earlier reviews.
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„Aren’t toi afraid of me anymore?” he asked her with a sickly voice as she was helping him settle down on the sofa. She ignored his question par giving him the look and took off her coat.
„I’ll make toi some tea” she a dit and went to the kitchen. This view brought a smile on House’s face, reminding him of the time when she used to live with him here. She didn’t have any problems with finding a box with a thé so after the water boiled she was back quickly , giving him a mug.
“Thank you” he a dit and took a small sip. Cuddy sat onto a short table, tableau suivant to the sofa, staring at Greg.
“What are toi thinking about?” he a dit after a minute, breaking the silence.
“Nothing…” she broke eye contact and started playing with her fingers.
“No questions…?” he asked, but she was still paying attention at her hands with her head hung. “Actually, I have one. Why are toi here?” he was looking at her plus intensely, somehow trying to force her to talk to him.
“Why did toi do that?” she lifted her head and asked him almost whispering, looking him into the eyes.
“You mean…”
“… yesterday.” She ended a sentence for him as the tears appeared in her eyes.
“Lisie, toi have no idea how much I regret what I’ve done” he lifted himself from the sofa, putting the mug on the table, tableau suivant to Cuddy, then crouched in front of her and grabbed her hands. When he touched her she wanted to break free from his grip, but he was holding her strongly. “Please…” he whispered, trying to catch her gaze.
“I was trying not to think about it, to forget and shrug off, but it hurt, Greg.”
“I’m not expecting toi ever to really forgive me, but I don’t want toi to be scared. Please, don’t cry…” he wiped a teardrop running down her cheek.
“Gosh, what happened to us…?”
“ I don’t know…” his thumb was still stroking her left cheek, and his worm touch was almost making her melt into his hand. They were sitting all alone in House’s apartment, so close to each other, and whispering like the whole world could accidentally hear them. He couldn’t find the words to cheer her up, to make her forgive him and feel comfortable in his company again, while she couldn’t believe how strong feelings she has for him. Absolutely too strong.
He couldn’t sit like that forever, he had to do s o m e t h i n g. He loved her too much to leave it like that. He slowly moved his right hand from Lisa’s cheek to her chin, as the left one was still holding her hands on her knees. He gently lifted her head a little bit and started to déplacer his head toward her. He was doing that painfully slow, didn’t want to scare her, to montrer her his real feelings for her, to montrer her that the real Greg is back. She closed her eyes letting him continue his movements, but when his lips where almost touching hers she shivered “No.”
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„Aren’t toi afraid of me anymore?” he asked her with a sickly voice as she was helping him settle down on the sofa. She ignored his question par giving him the look and took off her coat.
„I’ll make toi some tea” she a dit and went to the kitchen. This view brought a smile on House’s face, reminding him of the time when she used to live with him here. She didn’t have any problems with finding a box with a thé so after the water boiled she was back quickly , giving him a mug.
“Thank you” he a dit and took a small sip. Cuddy sat onto a short table, tableau suivant to the sofa, staring at Greg.
“What are toi thinking about?” he a dit after a minute, breaking the silence.
“Nothing…” she broke eye contact and started playing with her fingers.
“No questions…?” he asked, but she was still paying attention at her hands with her head hung. “Actually, I have one. Why are toi here?” he was looking at her plus intensely, somehow trying to force her to talk to him.
“Why did toi do that?” she lifted her head and asked him almost whispering, looking him into the eyes.
“You mean…”
“… yesterday.” She ended a sentence for him as the tears appeared in her eyes.
“Lisie, toi have no idea how much I regret what I’ve done” he lifted himself from the sofa, putting the mug on the table, tableau suivant to Cuddy, then crouched in front of her and grabbed her hands. When he touched her she wanted to break free from his grip, but he was holding her strongly. “Please…” he whispered, trying to catch her gaze.
“I was trying not to think about it, to forget and shrug off, but it hurt, Greg.”
“I’m not expecting toi ever to really forgive me, but I don’t want toi to be scared. Please, don’t cry…” he wiped a teardrop running down her cheek.
“Gosh, what happened to us…?”
“ I don’t know…” his thumb was still stroking her left cheek, and his worm touch was almost making her melt into his hand. They were sitting all alone in House’s apartment, so close to each other, and whispering like the whole world could accidentally hear them. He couldn’t find the words to cheer her up, to make her forgive him and feel comfortable in his company again, while she couldn’t believe how strong feelings she has for him. Absolutely too strong.
He couldn’t sit like that forever, he had to do s o m e t h i n g. He loved her too much to leave it like that. He slowly moved his right hand from Lisa’s cheek to her chin, as the left one was still holding her hands on her knees. He gently lifted her head a little bit and started to déplacer his head toward her. He was doing that painfully slow, didn’t want to scare her, to montrer her his real feelings for her, to montrer her that the real Greg is back. She closed her eyes letting him continue his movements, but when his lips where almost touching hers she shivered “No.”
