"You good now?" She asks warily. Still looking perplexed, but a little concerned.
"...yeah." I clear a nonexistent something from my throat. "I'm...fine." I can feel my face pinching. "You can go now." I say, looking anywhere but at her.
She doesn't move and neither do I.
We're separated now, no longer touching.
Her hands are not on my neck.
My hands are no longer on her thighs.
No one but Dr. Garrett has been able to get me to come out of a panic attack that quickly.
This has officially been a horrible day.
She still hasn't moved.
Picking myself up off the floor, I feel my eyes burn.
You're a grown ass man. You will not cry in front of her.
Hell, after that scene she wouldn't be surprised.
I busy myself with straightening my tie and turning to compose myself as to not witness her exit.
I'm doing this so long that I don't realize that she's standing right behind me until she's clutching my arm and turning me to face her.
"You know, I knew you were attracted to me, but marriage? That's a little inappropriate."
A/N: I'm all caught up now! Regular updates starting next week.