Lorelai's heart is pounding and her mind is racing. What's going on here? What am I doing?
She can't stop herself or the kiss and before either of them realizes it, it escalates.
Luke's hands are roaming across Lorelai causing shivers and goosebumps all over her body and Lorelai's arms are pulling him closer, her fingers pushing his cap off and brushing through his hair.
They stumble backwards, away from the still locked door and lean against the counter as this kiss continues, after a few more minutes they pull away.
Luke's heart feels like it's going to pound out of his chest and Lorelai's face is red and flushed from the intensity of their kiss.
"Um…well…" Lorelai stumbles around her usually quick wit abandoning her.
Luke is also at a loss for words, his hear still racing he takes a deep breath. "That was…unexpected."
Lorelai can't stop herself from staring at Luke, seeing him in a completely new way.
Luke can't bring himself to look at Lorelai; afraid she'll see the hope that must be dancing in his eyes.
They're both glued to the floor, neither knowing what to say, but neither wanting to leave.
Lorelai finally breaks the silence; "I should get home…see you tomorrow?" She asks, but doesn't wait for an answer turning and sprinting through the door, leaving a confused Luke looking after her.
She walks as quickly home as she did to the diner, her mind racing. Why did I do that? What does it mean? What does Luke think? Well, if you wanted to know what he thought you could have asked him…but he wouldn't even look at you…
She practically leaps up the stairs and into her house, collapsing onto the couch, too emotionally drained to attempt the stairs. She's curled up with a blanket and a tear-stained face when Rory finds her there the next morning.
She's shaken awake by her daughter with little time to get ready for work, breakfast being out of the question Lorelai is silently relieved there won't be time to think about it.
Before she knows it she's at work, Sookie's setting things on fire and Michel is avoiding customers, and Lorelai's mind is thankfully occupied with the day-to-day runnings that allow her to relax and breathe.
She knows Rory isn't home when she walks in the front door, the house is quiet, not unusual, but it feels empty. Lorelai knows she's going to have to get used to coming home to an empty house, but she isn't yet.
She pulls her shoes off and walks into the kitchen. Getting a beer from the refridgerator, Lorelai sits at the kitchen table, playing the kiss over in her head trying to figure out what it means to her.
She's still sitting at the table, but now writing furiously when Rory comes home from Lane's house. "Hey mom, what are you doing?"
Rory sits at the table across from Lorelai, her voice and presence pulling Lorelai out of the zone she's been in for the last two hours.
Looking up at her daughter she secretly covers the paper with her hands. "Hey sweets, have fun with Lane?"
Lorelai begins to fold the paper as Rory recounts the afternoon she and Lane spent in the closet listening to music. "What were you writing?"
Lorelai looks down sheepishly, "A pro/con list."