4.
Shirt
He asks her out. Finally. After controlling girlfriends and faceless boyfriends and unsaid feelings because of fear of being left (even though she left anyways), he finally asks her out.
It's quiet, and simple, and despite their loaded history and unending tension, they made an unsaid agreement of doing this like every other usual couple, even though they're far from usual.
She likes it. The soft kiss after their first date. His sheepish looks the next day at the office. His nervous demeanor before he asked her for a second one. She likes the giddiness before the date, guessing his next move, wondering when he is going to initiate something, and asking herself if she wants to go for it or wait a little longer. They're doing it all and it's making their tension grow thicker, and their feelings impossibly stronger.
It's their fourth date, and she asks him casually after a very exhausting work day, if he's down for some dancing. It's not something new for them to hang out after work, but dancing surely isn't an explored territory, so she's certain the message is wide and clear. It's a date.
They go to a bar where people are their coevals, middle-aged men and women looking to relieve some stress. The place is wild but classy and they find a booth at the back, where she waits for him to fetch their drinks.
They down the liquor one after one, getting slightly tipsy and the light and hilarious conversations are helping them to let go of their complexes. They're sitting at the same side of the booth, and as the night progresses, his frame starts leaning towards her, locking her between the wall and the table, and he's freely resting his arm on the seat behind her head. They're not drunk, but there's something about talking to each other so freely, both knowing what they're heading to with this dating thing that's making the shyness go away giving room to light caresses and free touches, tamed flirting and sometimes bold suggestions.
Sometime after their fourth drink, he excuses himself to the restroom only to get back to an empty booth and a Donna carelessly dancing her heart out. He takes the chance of her not noticing him to carefully watch this ridiculously beautiful woman from the inside out move so gracefully, making his insides move along her. Their eyes lock and he's walking towards her to the dancefloor as she gives him an inviting look, bodies pulling like magnets and even when the song is fast-paced, he doesn't think twice about wrapping his arms around her frame, pulling her flush against him and swaying effortlessly to the beat, bodies molding into one.
They take their time, enjoying being together like this, young and careless and feeling the electricity that's threatening to burn down everything around and in them. Their eyes locked on each other, looking directly into their souls and she leans up a little and brushes her lips against his. He brings his hand to her neck, thumb on her cheek, and brings her lips to his one more time for a more purposeful but short kiss.
"I love the way you move your body against mine," he says to her ear, and she clutches his shirt in response, bringing her head back to look in his eyes.
"Let's get out of here, we've waited long enough."
