A Moment in Time
Chapter 2
She could still feel him, hard chest, broad shoulders, and the scratchy texture of the jacket beneath her fingers. She only vaguely remembered lingering there, thinking how she could spend the rest of her life in this way. The rest of her life pressed against him.
His smell still teased her, confusing her…A smell which was uniquely, entirely…him.
It was the smell she tried to remember when she imagined him, when she pretended it was he who was touching her.
How long they stood together, she didn't know. For her…it lasted an eternity.
But…
There was a hollow feeling. A void.
She knew what it was. She knew what caused it.
She had taken the first step. She had crossed the barrier. She had touched him…at last.
She was there, pressed against him, holding him in her arms.
But…
He didn't touch her.
He didn't hold her.
She thought he would. She had been positive he would.
He had apologized to Wilson; he had been giving her those looks of longing for days.
She knew he would never take the first step, so she had.
But…
He didn't touch her in return.
There was no going back now. She had been so certain, and now…now the truth confused her.
He hadn't touched her.
He had tensed and pulled away.
She now knew,
But…
Was she willing to believe?
Yes, she would. She would continue to try to believe,
Because….
She still wanted him.
A/N
Thanks for the reviews. I thought I would try a second chapter in "her" perspective for the ones of you who liked this.
Shall I continue?