With tears in her eyes, and running through the torrential rain, Eames tried to get as far away from Goren as possible.
It was raining hard, and she didn't care.
What did it matter if she got sick.
The only person she loved, didn't love her.
She lost her balance, and fell backwards, head first onto the floor.
She struggled to her feet, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Her tears blurred her vision, blinding her.
Bobby didn't want her.
Her heart hurt...
So bad.
She needed to run...
Get as far away from him as possible.
How could she imagine that he would feel more than friendship for her...
And that he would return her feelings.
Goren had been thoughtful with her, affectionate.
But that didn't mean he loved her.
He was a deeply kind person.
This attention...
She had taken it for something much more.
Something that didn't exist.
How could she be so stupid and naive.
He was just doing it out of sympathy...
Nothing more.
Long, slender fingers settled on her wrist, stopping her.
Damn it...
New York was not a safe city for a woman alone, especially at this time of night.
Alex could run into anyone.
The Eames who had all her faculties would have known how to manage, and still he would not have left her alone.
But this was a different Alex, and one who was far too fragile.
Why hadn't he locked the door.
He never thought Alex would run away.
He should have known, that by hurting her, there was a risk that she would react like this.
But after rejecting her, he should have known better.
She had opened her heart to him, and he, like a fool, had hurt her deeply.
Moreover, it was raining like crazy, and if it continued like that, she might get sick.
Alex was not covered enough in this weather.
But what the hell...
She was running fast.
Way too fast for him.
He was starting to feel the weight of the years, and he was getting tired much faster.
He was no longer in the shape of his younger days in the police force.
Goren managed to catch up with her as best he could.
He put his hand on her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
Gently, he pulled her in, and held her close, resting her head against his chest, and wrapping his arms around her waist.
- Let me go!
Alex screamed, struggling, trying to get out of his arms.
Goren didn't move an inch, letting her.
And suddenly, Eames burst into tears.
She screamed, clutching at his shirt in despair.
With softness, he brought his hand to her chin, raised it, plunged his brown glance in her big hazel eyes bathed in tears.
- It is not...
He brought his fingers to her tears, wiped them away.
How could he tell her...
Make her understand...
He cared about her...
Even a little too much.
And not in the way he should have.
To him, Eames wasn't just his partner...
She was much more...
Eames was the woman who ruled his heart.
But that could not...
Shouldn't be.
His feelings, they had to be kept quiet.
For her own good.
With his damned moods...
That way of being...
He was only causing her trouble.
And now there was his memory loss.
He couldn't take advantage of such a situation.
Especially since it could only be ephemeral, and Eames was wrong about how she felt.
She had to mistake gratitude for love.
Alex…
Her eyes shining with sadness, her hands clutching his shirt looked at him with such sadness.
His heart tightened.
Forgive me lord...
Eames was so pretty with her mouth half open, just waiting to be picked.
So for the first time in his life, he forgot his good resolutions.
He took Alex's face in his hands, brought her face close to his, and took possession of her lips with infinite softness.
Eames opened wide her hazel eyes of surprise, rosy.
Her heart beat violently in her chest.
Goren told her he didn't want her, and now he was kissing her.
She clung to his arms, feeling herself faint from the kiss.
Goren's blood was boiling throughout his body.
He had a violent desire of her.
A desire to satisfy.
He stuck her against him, caressing her back.
But he resumed.
Reluctantly, Goren tore himself away from her lips.
My God...
What had he just done...
He had done the irreparable.
He had kissed Eames.
But for so long he had dreamed of kissing her.
And she was so fragile in his arms, surrendering, that he could not hold back.
But he shouldn't have.
He had just broken all the barriers, that he had put between her and him...
By a single gesture.
He had just kissed Eames.
Something he had promised himself he would never do.
Now it was too late...
He could not go back.
He had to take responsibility for his actions.
- Come on... Goren wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Let's go home.
Alex nodded, blushing and still reeling from what had happened.
She brought her fingers to her lips, caressed them.
She hadn't been dreaming.
It was not her imagination.
Bobby had really kissed her.