More Than a Sprucing
This wasn't how I planned for this to go, at all. We were supposed to be giving the diner a little pick-me-up, a face-lift, a sprucing, nothing more. It wasn't supposed to end up like this. Damn that Taylor. He needs to learn to mind his own business. If it weren't for him, we would be in this situation, kneeling so closely, inches apart. I wouldn't be dealing with all of these emotions I always knew were there, but never dealt with. Now I am in the most difficult situation possible. Difficult, but wonderful.
He is so close to me, yet so far away. He is inches from my face. I know I like him. Hell, I may even love him. He's the only one besides Rory who has always been there for me. But does he feel the same way?
Our lips are like magnets. They keep getting closer and closer, but something is keeping them apart. I can't tell just what, but I have a hunch that it's the doubt in my mind that he's thinking the same thing. And even if he is thinking the same thing, it would change so much. What if things didn't work out? I sure as hell wouldn't be able to come to the diner for his heavenly coffee. But I don't care anymore. It's happening. The magnets have collided. He's kissing me.
My head is reeling. I'm flying. I feel like I just drank two bottles of Jose Cuero and topped it off with the strongest gin and tonic ever created. I'm dizzy. I feel like I'm flying, first because I'm officially in love, and second because my arms have just given out from all of the excitement.
Luke catches me, and we stand up. I have no idea how that's happening since my arms feel like spaghetti, but Luke supports me. He is my rock. He always has been, and he always will be.
Someone really needs to check my vitals because I'm not functioning like a normal human being anymore.
The kiss deepens, and…
"Whoa."
Something came over me. All of those doubts came rushing back.
"Is something wrong?" Luke asked. God, it's hard to resist those sexy eyes.
"Yes! You, me-"
"What about it?" How the hell can he be so calm?
"What do you mean, 'what about it'? This is crazy. We're crazy. We can't do this."
"Why not?"
"Because! It'll screw everything up! It'll screw up our quirky relationship. I like our relationship, before… all of this."
"How do you know it'll be so bad? You may like our relationship even more now."
"Can you guarantee that?"
"Lorelai, you know there's never any guarantee with these things." Damn. I was hoping he'd forgotten about that.
"This is so confusing."
"Are you saying you don't want to do this anymore?"
"No, no. The kissing is great. God, it's great." I whispered that last part. Luke was the best kisser I've ever known, by far. "Just, while we're doing it, keep in mind we probably shouldn't be."
"Got it."
I can't help but lunge back into his arms, because that's exactly where I want to be in this moment: safe in Luke's arms, my Luke's arms.