The roar of the car dying away as we stopped in front of the house. All that I hear is her breathing breaking the silence, fuck please just say something I can’t take the silence anymore. What is she thinking? Why won’t she say anything? She just sits there staring at her hands on the wheel, fuck those strong fingers, how I missed them. Does she want me here? Is she thinking of that kiss? I have never been so interested in my hands, have I always had that little scar on my knuckle?

“Why?” her voice so cool, shaking and that look on her face.

“What do you-?”

“Why did you want to come with me?” her eyes are so sad, god I just want to take all her pain away.

“…I wanted to come here…I can’t leave you.” god I love how she just looks at her hands, “if you want me to go I will.”

“No,” the heat that comes from her hand, god I love it. “I don’t want you to go…I just don’t know what you want.”

I don’t know either; all I know is that I want to kiss her once more. That I want to fall asleep next to her and wake up in her arms, to have those eyes light up when I see her. Her voice echoing in my head, she wants me to stay, to be with her. That faint kiss playing over and over, fuck when she pulls her hand away I feel like she takes a piece of me with her.

“I want to be here…I know that, but I’m…I’m not sure of what I’m feeling. I don’t know what is happening,” there is no air, not when she looks at me with those sorrows filled eyes. “I missed you.”

That smile pulling at the ends of her amazing lips, I can’t get the taste of them out of my head. What the hell did I get myself into?

“Let’s go in,” she turns away, walking out of the car. God she really does strut doesn’t she, that bad ass walk that makes me melt. How she smiles trying to get me to follow her, she doesn’t have to try I’ll follow her to the end.