You gently pull your head out of Taylor's bust and look into her eyes. Tears rolling down her cheeks, "I don't want it if it make you this upset," you say softly, gently lifting her face up to look you in the eye.
"But you were willing to blackmail me!" Taylor sobs as she reaches for the box of tissues on the desk and starts to wipe away the tears.
"I, I thought you'd be able to handle it," you answer apologetically. "I had no idea you had such a soft, tender side."
"Well, now you do," Taylor says just before blowing her nose. "Promise me you won't tell anyone?" she demands looking you dead in the eye. "My reputation will be in ruins if anyone finds out!" she adds.
"I won't tell anyone," you say softly, as you lightly cup her head, tilting it forward you gently kiss her forehead. "But you know..." you start before hesitating.
"Know what?" repeats Taylor, looking at you concerned.
"I could, you know, make your life better," you offer. Taylor suddenly seems very interested in what you have to say.
"How?" she asks, a hint of wonder appearing in her eyes. Struck by the question you battle the dilemma of whether to tell her about your gift or not. |