A/N: I really don't know what this is but here you go and thanks to Valantha for being the best beta ever.
When he finally met her in person, he thought he could have never wanted a person more than her. He had a deep desire to know her. He wanted to know what it felt like to place his hands upon her waist and taste her lips.
But it became apparent a few weeks later, that he would not be able to satisfy his need. She wasn't responsive to him and it had nothing to do with her being married. Elizabeth Keen was simply not interested in him. He was doomed to keep his desire all to himself.
He knew what it's like to not be wanted by someone. In high school, he was somewhat of a nerd. He had been too smart and he played sports, but not the right sports. He didn't hang out with the popular kids or have a group of friends. He was an outsider to everyone. He was years beyond everyone in that school with his genius brain. But the didn't stop him from lusting after the most beautiful girl. He had tried to get her to notice him, but she never gave him a second look. Yes, he definitely knew what it felt like not to be seen.
Two months had passed between his disappearance and reappearance. Now, he knew he was completely wrong the first time he met Lizzie. It was possible to want someone even more. She had invaded his dreams, his fantasies, and those little moments where he would drift off into himself. His absence had heightened her affect on him.
As he sits on her couch, she sits next to him. Her arms wind around his neck to hold him close and he can hear her breathe in his scent. Lizzie turns her head then and her breath spreads over his neck. He moves his arms to encircle her waist and pull her that tiny bit closer. Her lips are so near that all he has to do is tilt his head down just a fraction to touch their lips together. And he would finally taste those sweet, soft lips. She would taste crisp and clear. Nothing like other women - who were too flowery for him.
She suddenly shifts and he comes back to reality. She wasn't on the couch next to him. She was on the chair across from him. In the time it had taken her to ask him a question, he had daydreamed the whole thing.
For another day, he would have to hold his desire in. For the rest of his days, he would. No matter how much more it grew and knocked on the door to be let out, he would keep it caged. He determined that she would never know. He'd die as someone with regret and he was okay with that if it protected her.