We stared at each other for a while, his eyes never leaving mine. He then took a step forward, his hands reaching out to me.
He was reaching out slowly, cautiously, like he was scared I would evaporate or something. I wouldn't. At this point,I was sure I wanted him more than he wanted me.
His eyes filled, as his hands reached out to me, as if aiming for my cheeks.
Suddenly, he stopped, as if thinking about it then dropped his hands. He blinked hard, forcing the tear that had filled his eyes back.
"We are going to be late." He started to walk past me, but I held his arm.
"Kyran. What's stopping you?" I asked, my eyes pleading. The first step to getting anywhere with him was getting to know what he was thinking.
"There is nothing stopping me. I am not holding anything back either. We are running late for the party."
"Stop. Kyran, just stop. We both know you want me. You would, why wouldn't you?"
