His green eyes had been staring at the same person for too long, the moment Henry left the architect’s office, he could swear her voice was still in there, haunting him with ideas for the restaurant, words echoing and reminding him of the long hours spent inside of that office. Henry could feel in his body that he was tired, urging for the moment he’d have his work back and he could feel in peace. Soon, it’ll be perfect again and you won’t even remember what happened. The architect reassured him and he tried his best to pretend that it was the truth, after all, he had to focus on the bright side now that he didn’t have his personal cheerleader next to him. Alexandra King. And just like that, a fragment of his memories around her made it seem as if he had conjured her. Looking at his phone, the one he had just turned on, he felt he was dream and the world had stopped when his light hues read her name and a new text coming from Alex.
For a moment it almost felt as if nothing had changed, there was a smile on his lips, warmity filling up his being with the thought that instead of getting that text from his ex-girlfriend, he was getting it from his girlfriend; the way they should be, if life wasn’t always a constant challenge with disappointments. And Henry stood still, struggling with his thought until he finally noticed the time she had sent it and what time it was at that moment. His heart skipped a beat as he left the building, reaching inside of his car to head to her office. They knew him, they’d let him in without a doubt; and he could only hope she was still there; because the idea of not showing up and Alex debating if it happened because of their break up was killing him.
His lungs were asking for air when he finally stopped in front of her door, watching every movement she did in front of him, mesmerized by her presence just as much as he had been when they started their relationship. Oh, he loved that woman. It was undeniable, because at the same time it made him happy to see her, it ached him that he couldn’t touch her, taste her lips against his. And it didn’t matter that everyone was telling him, he could move on. Because he didn’t want to. For the first time, he was too stubborn to care about everything else. “I’ve got your text. I was at a meeting, I didn’t see it before, I…” Words were constantly leaving his mouth as he reached closer. He was drawn to her, and soon there was just a few inches between both bodies as if he couldn’t stay away from her. They needed to talk about his restaurant, the new brand identity. But the words that left his mouth were far from that subject. “I’ve missed you. I know I shouldn’t say something like this because we know where we’re standing now, but God… Alexandra, I love you.”
The words rushed out of his mouth and before she could reassure Henry that everything was okay, he was standing right in front of her, making her mouth dry, craving for his tender touch and his soft lips. Not only that, but he was already saying every damned thing that Alexandra had been dying to hear. That he loved her, that he missed her. It didn’t matter that they were no longer together because it didn’t change the truth... it didn’t change the fact that she missed him too and that she had been miserable without him. It’s okay. Alexandra wanted to say as her mouth hang open, lips apart for a moment there, but no sound came out from them. Henry had managed what most people had deemed to be impossible: he had made her speechless. It’s okay, don’t worry about it. You can come back some other time. Or she could turn on her computer for him, but... really, standing there, with Henry mere inches away from her, telling Alex that he loved her--did she really want to discuss work? “I love you, too.” Finally, she breathed out and when she did, Alex realized that she had been holding in a breath and that was one of the reasons why her chest was burning. The other, the most obvious one, carried a first and a last name. “God, I miss you so much, I--”
It all happened in a fraction of second. One moment she was pouring out her heart to him and the other, she had her hands on each side of his face, lips searching for his as she brought him closer, closing the gap between them and finally, fucking finally, getting what she had been craving for in the past few days. Her arms slid around his neck and Alex allowed herself--even if for a brief moment, to get lost in the man she had fallen madly in love with. For a brief moment, yes, because then she was reminded of their agreement and broke the kiss, resting her forehead against his, after all, although she knew she shouldn’t be kissing him, Alex also didn’t feel compelled to pull herself away from him. She wasn’t that strong... and breaking that kiss apart had already drained too much energy, as fabricated as that truth might have sounded like if she had said it out loud. “We can’t--I can’t do this.” Alexandra whispered (mumbled would also be a great way to describe it), refusing to remove her arms from around his neck. “I want you so much, though...” As if by instinct, her lips searched for his once again. Her teeth grazed upon his bottom lip and of course, she couldn’t resist him... when she ever did? And just like that... just that easily, she gave in, kissing Henry yet again and this time, refusing to listen to the sirens flaring in her head, telling her to back off because this would only hurt more.
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