12-31-2017, 08:29 PM
They moved to the music. In truth, it wasn't really dancing, not after a while, just two people swaying slightly, feeling a connection to another person for however short a period of time, talking as much as anything else.
He could get lost in that smile, the way she looked up at him. He was a bit fuzzy, but warning alarms were going off. This was getting dangerous.
And then- she must have gone up on her toes or pulled his head down enough- because he suddenly felt her lips brush his. And for a moment, he let himself go.
But a part of him started to vye for his attention. This was a bad place to be. His apartment was upstairs. He saw the look in her eyes. He knew something could happen.
And what was wrong with that? Why did he feel so guilty. Another pair of green eyes haunted his memory. He felt angry. She'd just left. He joked and laughed that it was nothing. But connections like that weren't common. Not like that.
And it wasn't Alex's fault. He wanted to be here, with her. In truth, he may have even been hoping this happened. People lied to themselves more than any other person.
Still, the kiss lingered. He wasn't strong enough to end it on his own- until it ended naturally, the music dying down. And then he was breathing her breath, her lips on his cheek as they smiled.
"I think we're drunk,"
he whispered. He escorted her to their seats and got waters. He didn't want to go back to the Atharim. She'd made it clear the topic was uncomfortable. Try as he might, nothing came to him. Well, lot's of things did, but they seemed so trite. The silence was defeaning.
Finally... "You seeing anybody?"
It wasn't what he'd meant to ask. It sounded stupid after their kiss. And he wasn't implying anything about her.
But he let the question stand.
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Dec 31 2017, 08:30 PM.
He could get lost in that smile, the way she looked up at him. He was a bit fuzzy, but warning alarms were going off. This was getting dangerous.
And then- she must have gone up on her toes or pulled his head down enough- because he suddenly felt her lips brush his. And for a moment, he let himself go.
But a part of him started to vye for his attention. This was a bad place to be. His apartment was upstairs. He saw the look in her eyes. He knew something could happen.
And what was wrong with that? Why did he feel so guilty. Another pair of green eyes haunted his memory. He felt angry. She'd just left. He joked and laughed that it was nothing. But connections like that weren't common. Not like that.
And it wasn't Alex's fault. He wanted to be here, with her. In truth, he may have even been hoping this happened. People lied to themselves more than any other person.
Still, the kiss lingered. He wasn't strong enough to end it on his own- until it ended naturally, the music dying down. And then he was breathing her breath, her lips on his cheek as they smiled.
"I think we're drunk,"
he whispered. He escorted her to their seats and got waters. He didn't want to go back to the Atharim. She'd made it clear the topic was uncomfortable. Try as he might, nothing came to him. Well, lot's of things did, but they seemed so trite. The silence was defeaning.
Finally... "You seeing anybody?"
It wasn't what he'd meant to ask. It sounded stupid after their kiss. And he wasn't implying anything about her.
But he let the question stand.
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Dec 31 2017, 08:30 PM.