We started as friends
But something happened inside me
Now I'm reading into everything
But there's no sign you really like me, baby
You don't ever notice when I'm turning on my charm
Or wonder why I'm always where you are
"OBVIOUS"
Westlife
Ray sat in the quiet dark of his room. Neela was present in his mind. He wanted her to admit that she felt for him what he felt for her, but she refused to. He heard the door open and the unmistakable sound of her shoes. He followed their sound and they stopped at his door. "Ray?" Hr voice, like her knock, was barely audible.
"What?"
"We've got to talk."
"Neela, I don't really want to." He continued to stare at his ceiling. Does she think, honestly, that I'm some sort of toy that she can play with when and where and how she wants? He thought.
His thoughts were interrupted by his door opening. "But, I want to." She made her way to his bed. "You said when I was ready to talk."
He stood up and held the door open. "I'm not ready."
She looked at him, tears in her eyes. "You don't understand, Ray."
He looked at her. "No, Neela. I do. It's you who doesn't understand."
"You're hard to understand, Ray." Neela walked out.
"It's hard to understand that I'm in love with you?"
She stopped before entering her room. "What did you say?"
Ray swallowed hard before facing her. "You can't tell me that you never noticed. I've made it obvious, or at least I thought I did."
Neela faced him. "I'm dating…"
"I know. You're dating Gallant." He moved towards her. "But, Neela, you don't kiss me like you did last night unless you felt something towards me too."
Her head was telling her to move, to run to the safety of her room, but, as Ray placed his hands on the wall behind her, her heart fluttered and told her to dive in. She was never good at listening to her heart. She ducked under his arms. "Look, Ray. I never meant to make you think anything last night. It was…"
Ray sighed. "Fine. When you're ready to stop playing games, you know where to find me." He slammed his door.
Neela stared at his door. She was dating Gallant, but why was she dating him? Sure, he was more mature than Ray at times, but Ray's touch had a pronounced affect on her. She instinctively put her fingers to her lips and remembered his kiss from the previous night. Gallant's kisses were never one way or another. There was nothing to his kisses and they hadn't ever made her want to cling on to him for balance. The preceding night, as Ray kissed her back, she knew she wouldn't have the strength to stand up and not show how much she was affected by his kiss.
Ray's kiss, unlike Gallant's, was soft, sensuous, sexy, and full of longing. She knew Ray wanted her and she began to wonder if she wanted Ray as much as he wanted her.
