Contrary to what Goren thought...
All his attempts...
Making him turn in a frenzy.
Eames was much malignant.
Goren was a man...
And like any man...
He had to react to certain things.
Eames knew that despite the annoyance she could see on Goren's face...
Goren would never let her go home alone.
And that he would walk her home.
Goren was a deeply kind person...
And it was this kindness that had attracted her.
But now...
She wanted more than kindness.
She wanted to know the man.
And be touched by him.
On the way home...
Would this be the right time...
To tell him what was in her heart.
And what she really wanted from him.
But Eames was afraid...
Afraid to tell him how she really felt.
Fear of seeing him flee her.
Whereas if she tried something...
Like steal a kiss...
It would be much more expressive than any words she wanted to say.
But what a good idea.
With a kiss...
Goren would finally understand what she wanted to tell him.
Or at least she hoped.
It could take him a long time to understand at times.
She'd had proof of that.
From her many attempts.
But Eames would know...
Whether or not...
If Goren felt something for her.
Or at least of desire.
But Eames knew that in some of her attempts...
Goren had not been indifferent at all.
Even if he made believe the contrary under his annoyances.
The bump in his pants tonight, which had appeared when she had caressed his thigh with her hand, had confirmed it to him.
And that she humps.
Goren had to be well built on this side.
Because the bump was very prominent.
But a kiss...
That would be totally different.
Eames was sure it would be the big thrill.
She still remembered the night in Central Park.
Goren's eyes had darkened, glowing with that little flame that had ignited her whole, the features of his face grave, his lips close to hers.
But that his two imbeciles, here present in front of her, Logan and Barek, had arrived right at this moment, spoiling all his efforts.
Eames knew that before they arrived, Goren was about to kiss her.
She had felt something violent inside her.
Something she wanted to satisfy.
Eames had longed for Goren's lips on hers.
Eames sighed in despair.
But she pulled herself together.
Tonight at the return...
She would try the idea of a kiss.
And maybe this time...
Or at least...
She hoped...
But she would wait until she was far from Logan and Barek, tens of kilometers away from them.
Because she wouldn't appreciate another interruption from those two.
Damn it...
But what had taken to Eames during all the evening.
There had been initially the blow at the exit of the bar until the restaurant, or Eames had refused to release it, clinging to its arm by all the means.
Pressing his small senses well closed against his arm.
Which had been very awkward...
But so exciting.
Then during the meal...
Eames making him feet...
Him receiving a good kick from the little blonde...
All because he was laughing at her.
But how not to laugh...
So much his actions were weird.
And then...
There had been the blow of the napkin, the one of the fork, that she would have made fall by accident...
But of course…
See what she had playing with under the table...
There was nothing innocent about it.
On the contrary...
Eames had enjoyed tormenting him all evening.
His hand wandering on his thigh.
And the problem is that a certain part had reacted too well to his little ride.
And Eames must have noticed.
This never went unnoticed.
Goren had to make a huge effort to calm his ardor...
And not to throw himself on the lady, and take on her on the table.
In full view of everyone.
But then maybe he was wrong...
And misinterpreted things.
Eames perhaps did not play the temptress with him...
But that she hadn't tried anything.
Good God...
He looked like a fool.
Not understanding what was going on.
But seriously...
Goren asked himself questions.
Because sooner or later...
If Eames didn't stop her stupidities...
He would not answer for anything.
And she would be subjected to his impulses.
Impulses...
Therefore he was sure...
That would scare the little blonde away.