"Just one theory - I won't laugh." "Yes, you will." I was postive about that. He looked down, and then he glanced up at me through his long black lashes, his ocher eyes scorching. "Please?" He breathed, leaning toward me. I blinked, my mind was going blank. Holy crow, how did he do that? "Er, what?" I asked, dazed. "Please tell me just one little theory." His eyes still smoldered at me. "Um, well, bitten by a radioactive spider?" Was he a hypnotist too? Or was I just a hopeless pushover? "That's not very creative, " he scoffed. "I'm sorry, that's all I've got, " I said miffed. "Your not even close, " he teased. "No spiders?" "Nope" "And no radioactivity?" "None." "Dang, " I sighed. "Kryptonite doesn't bother me, either, " he chuckled. "You're not supposed to laugh, remember?" He struggled to compose his face. "I'll figure it out eventually," I warned him. "I wish you wouldn't try." he was serious again. "Because...?" "What if I'm not the superhero? What if I'm the bad guy?"
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