Angie and Oscar's relationship changed after Angie left. Somehow that made their relationship better. It was like they needed to be apart. They needed to miss each other to realize how much they actually love each other. Not only as friends but something more. He began to understand as he sat in his dad huge living room after a boring party his dad had insisted on him coming. He stared at Angie blatantly, who looked stunning in a black cocktail dress, hair in a bun that lived inside her neck and shoulders. He turned his head to follow her gaze which laid on the family photos that were on top of the fireplace, and he wasn't sure if she would agree to come with him. He was nervous to ask her, but what did he have to lose? Here they are at 4 A.M., a little bit drunk, almost all of the guests have left, and they are the only ones in the room - even his dad had disappeared.
"I'm sorry for dragging you to a boring night," Oscar said in a soft voice that was starting to show the effects of the alcohol.
"What?" replied Angie, "You know how much I love fancy parties," she finished with sarcasm and a smile.
"Like old times," he shot back, and then she was facing him, and he could feel her beautiful blue eyes penetrating him. He wanted to tell her how much he wanted her, and he knew she wanted him too. However, he also knew she was afraid. He didn't want to push her because she would run away again, and if she does, he wouldn't be able to stand it.
Eventually, both of them were submerged in this circle where both speak but never say what they really want to say.
"Yeah, like old times," she answered with too much sadness and champagne in her voice. It was a surprise to him when he understood that she already made up her mind. She was waiting for the perfect moment. She was trying to fill herself with courage because she loved this man way too much, and she didn't want to hurt him. She wanted to be with him.
The silence got uncomfortably long, so Oscar started mumbling information and facts about things Angie didn't care about. She laughed not out loud, but a soft cute laugh, that made Oscar stop, and again he was staring at her. He watched her slowly walk toward him, and he could feel his heart beating so hard he felt as if it was going to pop out of his chest.
She kissed him. A kiss full of urgency and desire, she grabbed both sides of his face with her hands and the fire was on. She moved like a cat, elegant and stealthy, sensual and in control. As she placed one leg on either side to sit gently on Oscar's lap, his hand travelled from her back to her waist. His lungs were burning, the whole room was burning, and his lips felt raw. They broke apart, the air thick, and for the first time in a month, they were actually speaking the truth.
"I will wait," he said breathing heavily.
"I don't want to wait anymore," she answered looking into his eyes. Her hands were in his neck caressing his cheek with her thumb. She kissed him once more. Now, both of them were in the same rhythm, her hand are falling down to his chest, his at her hips. They created a dance, the room on fire, and it felt like the world was fading. Only they existed in that moment, and the wait was worth it - everything they went through - was worth it for this little piece of heaven.