After preventing Emily from saying what she had been about to say after their kiss. Derek had begun to doubt himself. A fact not helped by him not getting any clear signals from Emily.
Had she really been about to say that she was sorry? Did she regret the kiss? Had she enjoyed it? Did she never want it to happen again, or was she open to the possibility of them being something more?
Those were the questions that plagued Derek throughout the days it took to reach Thursday. But try as he might, no matter how many times he stared at her trying to read her mind. Derek could not come up with an answer.
In fact she was playing her cards so close to her chest that by the time Thursday rolled around. Derek had even been unsure as to whether she would come. He had been seriously worried that he would be spending Thursday night alone. Just wasting time staring up at the night sky. His eyes heavy but unwilling to close.
