Golden champagne sloshed at the impact, bubbles popping under his nose as he was jostled from behind.
The annoyed response died on his lips as he turned, breath stolen from his lungs, flute discarded on a nearby table.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, and the face of a heartbreaker.
It had been months since he'd seen her. Months since they had finally given in to the tension between them, falling into bed together. Months since tangled limbs, kiss bruised skin, blonde hair spilled across his pillow.
Months since the happiest night of Klaus’ life.
Months since he'd woken to an empty bed.
Candy red lips parted in surprise, blue eyes shining with more than shock.
“Klaus… I didn't, sorry, I just, I…”
Stuttered words mirrored her movements, his hand barely managing to catch her arm before she fled.
“Caroline, please. Don't go.” Not again.
Cerulean eyes met dusky blue. A thousand words passed between them, unspoken.
Blurted out of nowhere, but the context was clear to him.
“I didn't want to hurt you.” Didn't want to be hurt.
His hand slid down her goosebumped arm, grasping her fingers within his, heart soaring when she squeezed back.
A hesitant smile, a step forward, polished black shoe tips meeting silver pumps.
Fingers threaded through silky blonde curls, cradling her head as she leaned into the touch.
Twin smiles as two pairs of lips moved towards each other, as if drawn together by an insurmountable force.
Not that either wished to overcome it.
Eyes closed, fingers tightened, lips met.
The world faded around them, champagne long forgotten, effervescence of a different kind spilled into them through their lips.
