A/N: Ya'll can thank Stacy Barthe for this. All I wanted to do tonight was work on a few stories that are in my Docs, but listening to her music inspired me to write this.
DISCLAIMER: I own the story only. Not the characters. (Cause if I did - don't you think that these two would still be around?)
*runs and hides-lol*
His hands wouldn't stop shaking. Thomas tried to keep them off of Dayzee - at least until they made it inside his loft, but he just couldn't. She wasn't helping matters either, with the way she was walking in that dress. Dayzee kept close proximity to him once they left PFW one way or another. Making sure to keep contact with him somehow - holding his hand, or brushing slightly against his shoulder. He finally felt bold enough to place a hand to the small of her back. When he felt her lean into his touch and sighed, his immediate reaction was to pull her even closer.
The car ride was quiet. She looked out the window for the majority of the way, but he could feel her watching him. When he was about to confirm his thoughts Dayzee then placed one of her hands into his. Thomas heard himself release a breath that he didn't realize that he was even holding.
They finally made it to the entrance of his place and he lead her inside.
Dayzee began walking around taking in her surroundings. 'So this is how successful bachelors live these days? It suits you, but I think it could stand to have a woman's touch too.'
'Thank you. Feel free to add any elements that you'd like.'
She looked back at him with a faint smile. 'Oh I'm sure you say that to all the girls.'
'Even if you were referring to my adorable yet annoying kid sister, the answer would still be no.'
'Thomas, you don't have to make an attempt to spare my feelings..'
'I know. And I'm not.' She looked at him and quickly looked away before replying.
'You mean to tell me that you've never had any other women - woman even - over for, um, a nightcap? I find that hard to believe..'
Thomas could count on one hand how many nightcaps that he had had since being in Paris, and where they took place. None made it to his loft. Not that he wanted it that way, although looking back now, he was rather happy that he could say that no other woman had been in his home. If he had his way, Dayzee would soon come to think of his loft as theirs.
'It is. I won't say that I haven't had any female company since being here. Just that none of them made it to this place.'
'Oh. I get it. Would it be rude of me to ask why?'
'No. Especially since I think you can answer that question.'
Dayzee looked him directly in the eyes after he said that. She then took a deep breathe before speaking again.
'Yeah, I probably can answer that question. The thing of it is..should I?'
Without a second thought he replied. 'Yes.'
Thomas shortened the distance between them. Looking down at her, being sure to wait until she could see the want and hope in his eyes he continued, ' Answer the question Dayzee. And know that there is no going back for me when you do.'
He saw her chest rise and fall from his admission. The need to hold her in his arms was building with each second after that but he willed himself to not touch her until he had an answer. His pride nor his heart would let him.
'There is no other woman that you want here other than me, and there is no other place that I would rather be. Except right here - right now. With you.'
His lips were on hers before she could say another word.