Think.

I need to think.

But how do I do that when she looks at me like that?

I can't deal with this.

At work, when situations like this arise at least I can hide behind, well work.

But here? Here's nothing but her and me and her stupid living room.

"Sara, everything alright with you?"

No, nothing's right, I'm in the middle of making a complete ass of myself. And judging by the smirk on her face she's enjoying this immensely.

"I'm fine." I mumble, already feeling myself turn several shades of crimson.

I quickly bring the coffee cup to my lips, wishing it was big enough to hide behind.

Shit. That was hot.

Catherine's hand is on my arm before I get the chance to curse out loud.

"Sara, you okay?"

Well, no I'm not.

My lip stings like hell and right now I feel like the stupidest person in the world. Why couldn't I just have waited a minute before drinking that stuff. Ah, right, because I'm a complete fool when I'm around Catherine.

It takes a while for me to register that Catherine is still eying me with concern, her hand rubbing circles across my shoulder.

I swallow. If I don't want to make things worse I should at least answer her sometime today. She still looks a bit worried when I meet her gaze.

Wow. I've never noticed how crystal clear her eyes are when she's looking straight at me.

"Sara?" Her voice is barely a whisper now but I'm still focused on her eyes.

Those blue orbs are so beautiful.

So very intense, she looks as if she was going to- wait, she's not going to- oh my god she is-

My heart stops beating at the touch of her lips against mine.

I'm too stunned to react. Just close my eyes, feel, savor this moment, memorize it.

Holy hell, she's putting pressure into her movements.

Before I know what's happening my hand is on her cheek, needing to make sure she's real.

Once I'm vaguely aware of what's going on I pull her to me with gentle force.

Her lips part and, god, her tongue is slipping out against my lips.

It is as though time stands still as I lose myself completely in the taste and feel of Catherine's kiss.

It's only when a soft whimper emanates from her that I'm slowly brought back to reality.

Opening my eyes I'm met with a smug grin and a cocked eyebrow.

"You wanted me to do that for a while now, didn't you?"

Oh, you have no idea.