What If?
"Duty, Breach, Causation…" I trailed off, lost in my infuriating mental block which was not at all helped by the presence of my best friend and secret crush Dexter Thaler.
He was looking straight at me with those gorgeous eyes, contorting his features in mock frustration he curled up a post-it ball and yelled.
"Damages!" It missed.
"OH SHIT!" I laughed at myself which caused a rather studious person to project a "SHHH" in our direction. We were in the library, cramming at seven o' clock on a Tuesday night for a final, I was sure he didn't need the revision but, I was eternally grateful and internally screaming.
"I'm never going to get this!" I laughed and sighed at myself.
Suddenly, he had an idea pen ready he directed my gaze to the scrap of paper in front of me and leaned forward, so close, that I could almost breathe him in.
"Here, use a Mnemonic."
He beautifully scrawled and said "D B C D."
I smiled and had a quirky answer ready. "Deliver By Christmas Day."
Dexter smiled my favourite smile, the one where you could see the glint in his eye as well as getting the feeling that he could have you right then and there if he wanted to.
Sexy smile;
"Don't Blame Cameron Diaz." He replied mischievous humour dripping from every syllable causing me to buckle into fits of laughter.
"SHH." I heard again as I tried to compose myself. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry it's not even that funny!" I said still laughing.
Tears were starting to form as I finally calmed down and I couldn't help but, notice the look of pure joy and desire in his eyes.
He leaned forward and stroked my face delicately wiping away a stray tear that hadn't yet made its way down my cheek. His touch was so gentle, so foreign and yet so wanted.
"Rachel." He breathed pressing his for-head against mine as if asking for permission.
And then I did it. I kissed him.
Hard, fast and I instantly regretted it pulling away.
"I'm sorry I…" I start but, am silenced by him virtually lunging forward and capturing my lips. The world seems to stand still as I wrap my arms around his neck feeling his hair between my fingers as we part for breath and I let go ecstatically.
"I was going to ask you to dinner after finals." He says lovingly taking my hand and lacing it between his. "But, I can't wait that long."
"Hmm." I kiss him again which causes him to make a deep though somewhat restrained (given our environment,) moan in the back of his throat. "I have some Ramen Noodles and Veggies in the refrigerator…"
His eyes go wide with realisation at what I am suggesting. "At your dorm room?"
"Sophie's out with her boyfriend…" I take a deep breath and let go of his hand before I get up from my chair and whisper the next two words. "All night."
The books are borrowed, the pens replaceable this night is not. For once, (not counting the last five minutes of my life) I feel brave extending my arm like all those confident girls do in movies.
And then I feel it. His hand taking mine like a surge of electricity jolting through my spine.
He turns me and says "Looks like I'm spending the night with the woman I love."
"Looks like it." I tease before whispering "I love you too."