Within seconds, the unrelenting mask was back on. The moments of peering behind the concrete exterior that is the usual barrier between himself and everybody else. Once again, courage boiled up inside of me causing me to object loudly to the apology. I have never before stepped a toe out of line, especially not when I'm around him. The surprise of my outburst must have made a lasting impact, as Sherlock dropped his gaze and strode out of the room without a backwards glance.
Seconds later the text alert on my phone interrupted my train of thought. In annoyance, I grabbed the phone only to see that the message that I had received was from him. The text showed an address of a coffee shop and a time, 6 pm. Three hours is a long time. After a session of deep thought and concentration I had cleared the facts away from my own imagination and was left with clear data. It had been a normal day. Then we had kissed. A lot, considering the short time period. At some point, I had lost consciousness. From the lack of injury or pain, I am assuming it was either due to shock or lack of oxygen. The latter option seems most likely. With only two and a half hours to go, I began mentally preparing myself for the arranged meeting.
The time passed at a stagnant pace, urging my anxiety to escalate. When I arrived at the designated coffee shop, I found a hidden corner in which I could temporarily disappear. Only a few minutes passed when the chair next to mine became occupied. Against my better judgement I allowed myself to stare at Sherlock. Gaze in admiration at the way the slight drizzle stuck to his rich curls causing the light to reflect of them slightly more than usual. To marvel at the juxtaposition of the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones to the soft curve of his lips. Lips that I had kissed.
Clearing his throat in a deep rumble, my attention was once again on the reasoning behind his abrupt departure followed by the request for this meeting.
My hands lay clasped together on the table, as he began to speak. The words that were flowing out of his mouth gave a vague assertion that he was unsure of what had happened or why it had happened or what to do next. His eyes looked confused, lost and bewildered. More words came, stumbling and rushed, followed by a faint flush of his pale cheeks. Words that meant good, nice and exciting. Whilst he was talking his large hands rested on mine and his agile fingers absent-mindedly began to stroke mine.
My mind was a blur, I could only manage to stare. Something about my facial expression must have changed suddenly as his lips were once again pressed against mine, but this time they were gentle and curious. The strong smell of coffee mixed with him overwhelmed me.
A/N Sorry to leave it there, I will update soon, hopefully tomorrow! Not sure on where the story is going yet, so any suggestions would be lovely! If not, I'll just make it up as I go along! As soon as my account is 24hrs old, I'll start replying to the reviews. But thank you anyway for reading so far! Hope you are enjoying it!