<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Lea gave a pout,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"I wanted to ask what you were holding back. You halted on telling me something..."</span>Carlos was preaching on about how she should be straight forward, but he hadn't been fully honest with her either and she felt irritated by his words.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "I didn't want to outright pry into your thoughts...so I shared with you in hopes that later you would share with me...but since you wish,"</span>Lea said with agitation,<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "Why do you hide some things from me but expect me to be forth coming with my own thoughts and questions. Of course I am scared of being open with you. I don't know what will make you upset anymore. I don't know how you will react to me anymore. I don't even know how I will react to things--how can you expect me to not be hesitant? You can love someone and still hurt them Carlos. We both know that more than most."<br/></span><br/>Lea jerked her eyes away from Carlos, her arms folding in front of her. She was oddly upset at being caught at trying to get Carlos to open up to her. She hated that anyone could read her so well. She felt terribly exposed to him, something she couldn't decide whether or not she liked. On one hand she knew, for the most part, she was safe with him...but on the other hand, Carlos had done some things she had never expected of him before.