06-30-2014, 01:24 PM
Connor's heart burst with joy as he felt her arms around him, the whispered words in his ear- "I love you too. Thank you."
- balm to his soul. For all the physical pains his body felt, he was filled with joy and pleasure. He had her back. The relief was overwhelming.
She pulled away, though. He didn't want her to, but he understood. And she was right. They would talk later. She was working. But then she touched his lip gently, the concern clear in her voice, in the way she touched him, and said in a quiet voice, "Was this necessary to come to terms with things?"
His heart dropped and he was suddenly filled with guilt. She was talking about the bruise. But he wasn't. He was thinking of his kiss with Aria. Ayden was being playful but he didn't feel that way at the moment. He was going to have to tell her. She deserved to know.
He walked out the door, fear threatening him. But he stamped it down. Not anymore. I'm done with that! He was not going to be ruled by his fear anymore. That was finished. He was going to tell her and let what happened happen. She was worth the risk. Worth every bit of it.
He walked to their building and went up to his floor and room. He kept his fear down, refusing to think of the possibility that she'd reject him. He would hope. That's all he could do. After showering off, he stood looking into the steamed up mirror at his face. What a mess I made. Yep, he was pretty tore up. But he was on the other side of it now. He'd had to go through hell before he realized what he had and almost lost. Still might lose. And he wouldn't have had anyone to blame but himself. But no, he was going to hope. I'm gonna do it, buddy. I am. But I hope she still wants me.
Connor got dressed and went back out, bringing her jacket along with his own. She would be cold walking home from work. Whatever she wanted, he would make sure she had her coat- and was safe getting home. As for the rest, well now it was up to her. She had trusted him, hoping. He would do the same.
When he got back to the restaurant the lady at the front looked at him with amusement. "Well at least you're dressed this time. I'm sure Ayden will appreciate you're not embarrassing her anymore tonight."
She smiled at him to show there was no malice in her words. Connor smiled back, but wasn't feeling it, not really. There was some trepidation around the edges of his heart, but he kept it in check as he made his way to a table. He just wanted to be around Ayden no matter what. He's missed so much of her. He watched her as she went about her duties, smiling when she looked at him. She seemed happy. It made him happy. He would focus on that. He ordered some water- he'd lay of the drinking for a while- and some food. It would help settle the butterflies in his stomach.
He was determined to keep his hope alive.
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Edited by Connor Kent, Aug 27 2014, 03:50 PM.
- balm to his soul. For all the physical pains his body felt, he was filled with joy and pleasure. He had her back. The relief was overwhelming.
She pulled away, though. He didn't want her to, but he understood. And she was right. They would talk later. She was working. But then she touched his lip gently, the concern clear in her voice, in the way she touched him, and said in a quiet voice, "Was this necessary to come to terms with things?"
His heart dropped and he was suddenly filled with guilt. She was talking about the bruise. But he wasn't. He was thinking of his kiss with Aria. Ayden was being playful but he didn't feel that way at the moment. He was going to have to tell her. She deserved to know.
He walked out the door, fear threatening him. But he stamped it down. Not anymore. I'm done with that! He was not going to be ruled by his fear anymore. That was finished. He was going to tell her and let what happened happen. She was worth the risk. Worth every bit of it.
He walked to their building and went up to his floor and room. He kept his fear down, refusing to think of the possibility that she'd reject him. He would hope. That's all he could do. After showering off, he stood looking into the steamed up mirror at his face. What a mess I made. Yep, he was pretty tore up. But he was on the other side of it now. He'd had to go through hell before he realized what he had and almost lost. Still might lose. And he wouldn't have had anyone to blame but himself. But no, he was going to hope. I'm gonna do it, buddy. I am. But I hope she still wants me.
Connor got dressed and went back out, bringing her jacket along with his own. She would be cold walking home from work. Whatever she wanted, he would make sure she had her coat- and was safe getting home. As for the rest, well now it was up to her. She had trusted him, hoping. He would do the same.
When he got back to the restaurant the lady at the front looked at him with amusement. "Well at least you're dressed this time. I'm sure Ayden will appreciate you're not embarrassing her anymore tonight."
She smiled at him to show there was no malice in her words. Connor smiled back, but wasn't feeling it, not really. There was some trepidation around the edges of his heart, but he kept it in check as he made his way to a table. He just wanted to be around Ayden no matter what. He's missed so much of her. He watched her as she went about her duties, smiling when she looked at him. She seemed happy. It made him happy. He would focus on that. He ordered some water- he'd lay of the drinking for a while- and some food. It would help settle the butterflies in his stomach.
He was determined to keep his hope alive.
<small>[[continued in Connections]]
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Edited by Connor Kent, Aug 27 2014, 03:50 PM.