So here is chapter four, just for you crazy Tate fans out there. Thanks a lot for the reviews. I appreciate it, I think every author do. So, please enjoy and drop of a review :D
Chapter 4 – Considering
"Hope is a waking dream" - Aristotle
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With a sigh, Tony gripped the railing and stared out at the late night traffic. Living on the fifth floor, he had a good view from his balcony.
It was past midnight but he couldn't sleep. The slight argument with Kate earlier kept repeating itself in his mind. He'd been honest though, when he said he didn't play her. Cause he didn't. God only knew how much he desired a real relationship with that woman. But why would she believe him? Why did he have to fall for the one woman that doubted his intentions the most? Sure, they were friends and trusted each other and all that but not on that level. It was too personal. The last line they had crossed briefly last night and then they had pretended to jump back to the "safe side" in the morning. He still wondered how the hell he'd had the guts to actually kiss her in the first place. He'd wanted to do that for months and months and months…And when he finally had done it… she'd let him. It had actually given him a tad of hope. But after the break room argument to day, it was more than vanished.
The traffic flowed beneath him and he sighed once again.
He'd been cold to her today. That usually was her job; to ignore him, except in a playful way. But he'd been hurt by the fact that she didn't believe him. Of course he couldn't blame her, but it still hurt. Casting one last glance at the cars below, he stepped back into his apartment and closed the door behind him. This was what he'd been afraid would happen. If they got together, it would automatically complicate things because of their jobs. And see, it already had. Okay, so it was his fault and now he had no idea how to make things right again. Of course he still wanted to try with Kate. Some time had to be the first, right? And knowing her for almost three years, Tony was sure she was the one he wanted to really try with. She was the only one he could see himself in a relationship with.
No, they couldn't continue like this, they'd crossed the line and there was no way back now.
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On the other side of town, Kate too had a hard time getting some decent sleep. 24 hours ago, it hadn't been a problem. She'd slept like a baby last night with Tony's arms around her. Now, staring at the ceiling, it felt like ages ago. She was mad, at herself. For questioning him like that. She should have known that this wasn't another on of his games. From what she'd heard of his tactics, this wasn't like them at all. Last night, out on the parking lot, Tony DiNozzo had actually looked a bit shy. And why would he wait three years? If he'd just wanted a one nightstand with her, he would have charmed her years ago. Why hadn't she thought of this before?!
What bothered her the most was that she'd hurt him. That was one of the reasons to why she hadn't given after for her feelings for him, earlier. If she hurt him or vice versa, it would jeopardize their friendship. Their jobs, which roughly, also were their entire lives. Kate ran a hand over her face. It was way past midnight. She'd fallen asleep around ten, in front of the TV and now it was impossible for her to fall back asleep. She kept staring at the ceiling. No, this was ridiculous. Why did they – she – act like a teenager? She was an adult for God's sake. She should know how to work this out. Damn him!
Sorry I know that was very short. I promise the next one will be longer. Please review!!
