It was like the time that had passed since he had last kissed her, had disappeared.
It still felt just as natural, like neither of them had ever kissed anyone
else. The initial shock she felt vanished quickly, and she surrendered to his
warm lips and his strong arms. How had she survived two years without him? She
remembered telling him she needed a break, and giving him one last kiss, and
walking away. When she'd come running back to him, it had been too late.
He didn't want her anymore.
Wait. What did he think he was doing? Kissing her to confuse her even more? To
walk away again like nothing had happened? Leaving her with a broken heart
again? She pulled her head back, put her hands on his chest and took a step
back.
"Taylor, what are you trying to do?" she whispered feverishly.
He seemed to be just as bewildered as she was.
"I... I don't know," he stammered. He also took a step back, so they were a few
feet apart.
She wanted to throw a horrible accusation at him, but she couldn't find the
words. She was terrified of scaring him away, but she didn't want him to stay
either.
"I think I'm going to go," he said softly, still seeming to be overwhelmed by
his own spontaneous actions.
"Maybe that would be best," she answered. No. Don't go.
"Yeah."
"Yes."
They stood there, looking each other in the eye. He wasn't getting ready to go
away.
"So I'll go now."
"Okay."
"I have missed you, you know," he
whispered.
A wave of emotions rolled through her. Hope. Sadness. Fear. Desire.
"I've missed you too," she replied with an accusing tone. But truthfully.
"I'm sorry about what I said back then. I was stupid. I didn't know what I
wanted."
"So now you're coming back to get it anyway? I'm not some disposable thing you can
just come running back to whenever you feel like it." She tried to keep her
voice from shaking.
"Taylor, you know that's not what I meant," he answered. He was still not going
anywhere.
"I know," she whispered. She felt like crying, but she couldn't show any
weakness in front of him. She couldn't figure out what she was feeling. She
should get him out before she gave in right before his eyes.
"You should probably leave before any photographers sneak up on us. You can go
out through the back door," she suggested.
"Okay." He walked towards the door and she let him out. When he got into the
elevator and the doors were closing, he
took a step forward so they opened again.
"Tay?" he said.
"Yeah?"
He shook his head. "Never mind." And the doors closed again.