Summary: Luke & Lorelai have been an item for a while.
This is a very short piece written from Lorelai's POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
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I'm standing here so quietly he's bound to know there's something going through my head, something that I'm keeping a secret from him. I try to draw attention away from the fact by placing my hand in his and flashing him a smile, he looks square at me, smiling back but I can see the slight confusion behind his eyes like he knows something's up.
I start to talk, rambling about anything and nothing in particular in an attempt to quell his concern.
I remark at how mild the weather is.
He tells me it's pretty average for the time of year.
I comment how quiet the diner is.
He tells me it's because it's so late.
I slowly walk around to the other side of the counter, the side he's on. I walk closer to him.
I smile and bite my bottom lip slightly as I try and suppress my exuberance until I hear his answer. He looks at me again, a slightly bemused look on his face as he wonders why I'm acting the way I am.
Slowly I lean over so that my mouth is barely inches away from his ear, so close that I'm sure he can feel my breath on his skin. My own heart beat thunders through my head as I finally take the plunge, and whisper to him.
"So how would you feel about being Mr Lorelai Gilmore?"