For a few moments, as his entire body reacted to the realization, all she could think of was, it's all right. I made it all right.
Then it dawned on her again that it left them back in the sticky situation they'd 'danced' around since that night on the roof of the Disney Hall.
No. Closer. This time it had definitely been him who set things up - no crazy random happenstances about it. No chance that he was taking advantage of in a spur-of-the-moment decision.
And then thoughts were drowned between the half-hypnotizing look of those dark eyes, seeming to glitter in the moonlight, and the feeling of his hand on her chin. This close, this way, his magnetism, on top of what she'd felt for way too long - was just counterproductive for effective thought processes.
What happened was her taking an unconscious half-step... closer to him. And her blurting the first thing that came up, without fully registering it until it was out in the air around them. "I don't feel like any more drinks. No martini."
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Date: 2008-07-23 06:45 am (UTC)Then it dawned on her again that it left them back in the sticky situation they'd 'danced' around since that night on the roof of the Disney Hall.
No. Closer. This time it had definitely been him who set things up - no crazy random happenstances about it. No chance that he was taking advantage of in a spur-of-the-moment decision.
And then thoughts were drowned between the half-hypnotizing look of those dark eyes, seeming to glitter in the moonlight, and the feeling of his hand on her chin. This close, this way, his magnetism, on top of what she'd felt for way too long - was just counterproductive for effective thought processes.
What happened was her taking an unconscious half-step... closer to him. And her blurting the first thing that came up, without fully registering it until it was out in the air around them. "I don't feel like any more drinks. No martini."
... what?