Eyes

She looked in his eyes and saw no definable expression. What was he thinking? What was he feeling? Was he receiving too much information from her gaze? Could he read her discomfort, her uncertainty about what message to send to him? She wanted him to know how happy she felt that he'd finally lifted his face to behold hers -- a huge show of trust and comfort in their relationship -- but would that portray too much information, put all his senses on high alert and scare him away? Those beautiful blue-green eyes. What lay behind them was a pure mystery. No emotion could be read, just a calculating stare. A cool stare; not uncaring, but seemingly disconnected from any emotional base. Disconnected from the reality that a silent mutual gaze is supposed to turn awkward after only a few seconds. She tried to fight that growing sense of awkwardness, knowing that this case was different; this relationship was unlike any other in her life. Was that awkwardness showing through?

A tentative grin crept across his face, and almost immediately he cast his eyes downward. Now she could see them sparkle. He was happy.

She was overjoyed, and it took all her energy to refrain from pulling him into a bear hug. Today he had given her a gift that she would never be able to describe in words. Today he had let her see into a world that only a select few ever get to see.