The Barson Daily prompt: Surrender
So this is what it felt like to surrender to your feelings, she thought as she watched him walk into the bar, looking for her. She had fought for so long and fought so hard and she found herself wondering why when their eyes met and he gave her a slight wave, unbuttoning his jacket as he made his way to the table.
She felt free, knowing that she was about to give herself completely to him. They had been circling each other for weeks, months, years and she was just so tired. Tired of thinking about him but not being with him. Tired of having to avert her gaze when he would catch her staring at him. It was exhausting and she had decided that when she had asked him to meet her she was just going to surrender. To give up. And it felt amazing.
He dropped his jacket into the seat across from her. "Can you come sit by me for a minute?" she asked quietly. He looked at her and nodded, sliding into the booth next to her. His scent and his warmth were almost too much to bear. He turned toward her, one arm on the table, one across the back of the seat. She glanced around for a moment, but found she didn't care who was there.
"Liv?" he whispered. He was about to ask a question, when she leaned in, pressing her lips to his. She thought she had made a mistake, but then he surrendered to her, lips moving against hers, hand delving into her hair.
