-C-
Calleigh glares at Ryan. He probably also noticed that there are only couples here.

-R-
When their looks cross, he looks at the ground, at his shoes. At his Converse Chucks, the black ones, with the small white stripes on them. His own heartbeating becomes louder than the floating sea, the soft voices around them and the soft music. She noticed it too. And now?

"Are we walking on?" He murmurs, almost too soft, but she heard him anyway. Maybe also because she was just about to ask the same question.

"Yes."

They walk on. Past the many couples, this time silent again. But it is not a painful silence, Ryan somewhere has the feeling that he would destroy a part of the mood, if he said something now.

She is so close to him again. Shoulder against shoulder. Her hands touch almost with every step and every time he feels the tingling everywhere, in his entire body. And suddenly her hand is in his. Suddenly she's there. She feels cold, slippery, weak even. He holds her, looks at his side shortly and notices that Calleigh does the same. Their looks cross, again they both smile. She looks so beautiful…in this light, in this environment…ah what, she always looks beautiful.

A small pull goes through his arm, because she stands still. But she's still holding his hand, she pulls him, so that he turns around to her. He looks at her questioning. What is she going to do? Would she now…no she wouldn't…she…
His heart beats in his throat, and beats a bit too many times. Would she do…? Here…? Now…?

She grins. She grins like a little girl that has just put a rotten egg in her brother's shoe and knows exactly what's going to happen next. She pulls him closer to her, with the one hand, lifts her head a little. He only has to extend his arms to be able to hug her, that's how close she is. Almost as close, as in the doorstep. When it almost happened.

He feels her warmth and how he would like to do it now and…he takes her other hand too, looks deep into her eyes, like he was trying to find the answer in them. The answer, if he should do it now, here. If she wants it too.

She nods slowly, lifts her chin, he lowers himself a bit. Almost…now…his heart beats fast, he feels dizzy, like he's a bit tipsy. Just two more centimeters, a finger width and they would…

"Moment." She whispers.

He freezes. "What?"

"Your nose…" She grins again, then bows her head to the side to not hit his wounded nose.

It's like he hit his head against something hard, only that it doesn't hurt so much, but only tickles, like when you hit that bone in your elbow. His blood boils like champagne, when their lips slowly and doubly touch…