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He was looking at her expectantly. Im sorry, what did you say? she asked absentmindedly. He smiled curiously at her. She had been so lost in thought, which happened quite frequently when she was with him, that she had completely missed what he had just asked her.

He flashed her another slow smile, but was still looking at her quite intensely. She studied his eyes, trying to lose herself in them. It was easy to do tonight, especially since he wasnt wearing his glasses, like he usually did. She wondered what secrets were left untold behind those eyes, and wondered how long it would be before he would open up to her. Dont push it, she reminded herself; enjoy this moment.

To her, he was a puzzle, and she often haphazardly attempted to put the pieces together. Sometimes she tried to catch herself before the words spilled out of her mouth, and into the open air. She was careful not to give away too much, careful not to fall too fast, like she often did. But it was impossible to ignore that twinge she felt, especially when he looked at her that way, studying her. It was impossible to put into words exactly how this all made her feel Terrified mostly, as many romantic encounters have. But somehow, this was different. And while he was still so much a stranger to her, he had made her feel safe, and had awoken in her thoughts and feelings that had been lying dormant inside for many years now.

Her thoughts continued to wander, and she was losing control of them at this point. There was no turning back now, all focus on reality had been lost. She was distracted. Distracted now by fantasies of their next time alone together.

When they walked side-by-side down the street, he was careful to keep himself positioned at a safe distance, although she was still completely aware of his presence. It was unnerving and it took all of the self-control she could muster to not reach out and envelope her fingers in his. She found herself craving the warmth of his touch.

But when they were aloneit was a completely different scenario. She often became so wrapped up in the intensity of it all, his words, his kisses, the whispers and soft touches, that she couldnt find thoughts, couldnt make out words. She was only able to communicate through touch, as if she were mute, and deaf, and blind. She felt her way along his body, memorizing every curve and muscle. She fed off of the response that he was giving her; she felt herself buzzing inside. It was like a switch had been flipped and they became such natural lovers. It was almost as if it were always meant to be that way between the two of them. That the convoluted paths their lives had taken prior to point in time had led them directly to this indescribable moment.

Infatuation didnt describe it, and lust could not even touch it. It was something completely different, something she had searched for, pined for, longed to have forever it seemed like, and was certain that she would never actually find.

She pushed these thoughts aside when she realized that he was still gazing at her expectantly. No longer being able to control her urges, she slid her hands across the table and folded them within his. She was scared to lift her head and meet his gaze, and was completely surprised when he graciously accepted her bold move.

So, what was it that you had asked? she managed to squeak.



He no longer even knew.