A churches sunday between the smell of off-touched volumes.
She reads, focused. A finger and thumb playing with the end of a stray hair.
Footsteps and the light metallic jingle of keys against a carabeener.
'Security?' Maybe it was time to be silently hushed out. She turned and faced the sound, ready to motion her exit and returns.
Planets could have formed in the long processing second of her realization.
She fell into those eyes. Years of time compressed and she turned into that 19 year-old girl again. All at once a blip and an eternity.
Every controlled thought, every secured feeling let loose in her mind. Her body. She searched his face. Can he see the torrent beneath? Her craving, her obsession, her wounds from all those years ago.
He recognized her, but his expression indecipherable. He hesitated in his step. She stood. Putting her hand out to shake his. 'Idiot.'
Immediatley her mind threw the spectral of her emotion at him. All she wanted was to embrace him. Lock lips. Feel him so deeply and fully, where no words were needed. To relive that night so many years ago, and actually make it to his bed, instead of ending it outside his door.
She fought to retain her body and expression to cordial rememberance. To slowly, cooly release a polite greeting. Hopefully veiling lust, love and hurt with familiar yet subtle surprise.
A small glance in his eyes.
He saw it, he heard it beneath her fragile masks. But what to make of it?
They exchanged greetings, vague small talk. But just below the surface sizing-up and picking at false nonchalance.
"We should grab a coffee. Catch up."
The last coffee, turned into a beer and the beer turned into unavoidable chemistry. That's when they had tried the friend thing.
"Are you doing anything after this?" He motioned to the opened book on the table.
Her thought and voice merged, "No."
She felt a small wince, hoping he didn't see it as he returned his eyes to hers. No longer veiled. He smiled, something tender beneathe.
'Don't do this to me' she thought. But she couldn't.... couldn't....couldn't help it.
'Please' she thought, unable to hold the thought from clearly asking him with her eyes.
He smiled, and cocked his head ever so slightly.
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