You and Steve have been a little stand offish of each other since the funeral.
You don't know if he's doing that because he's still in grief or if he's changed his mind about you.
A week later, still the same thing. Him averting his eyes from you and making his way away from you.
You have had enough....you corner him. You call him into your office.
"I understand that this has been rough for you, but what the hell is going on?!"
Slamming your hands down on your desk. He jumps a little...
"I am sick and tired of trying to figure you out and what is going on through your head. But if you tell me to wait a little while longer....darling....idk if I can,"
Steve's head is in his hands. You hear him take a deep breath. Did you say too much? Oh no, you went over board...
You walk past him to grab a drink from your stash and his hand grabs your wrist.
You turn towards him, and he's already up on his feet. Now he's backing you into a corner.
Face to face, you can feel his breath on your skin....the smell of sandalwood and leather is eminating from him.
He's pressing himself into you...
"I didn't want to start anything, and now, I don't want to lose you for the way I have been acting. I'm sorry,"
Feeling his arms wrap around your waist, his head rests on the side of your neck. Instinctively wrapping your arms around him. You both stand there like that until he breathes in your ear...
"Let me love you...please,"
He presses himself into you more, tracing his lips up your neck, across your cheek, and merely moments away from your lips...
"The door is locked? Right?" He says smiling at you...
