tell me what to do.
he saw her red, tear-stained eyes drift into the room as the door gingerly closed behind her.
“tell me what to do.”
“what?”
“i’ve been waiting for you to make a move, but you’re not. and now i don’t know what to do.”
“i… i still don’t know…”
“neither do i! do i keep waiting? do i give up?”
“i don’t know.”
“well either figure it out or tell me what i should do.”
“i can’t do either.”
“then tell me what you want me to do.”
she took a step closer.
“do you still want me?”
“you know i do, but i don’t want to mess it up again.”
“so you don’t think it’s worth trying?”
“i don’t want to be selfish.”
“do it. be selfish. show me you want me. tell me what you want me to do.”
“i can’t mess it up for you again.”
she took another step closer and knelt down beside his desk chair.
“what are you—”
“james. tell me what to do.”
her scent was intoxicating. something soft, yet bright and fresh. feminine yet defiant.
“i can’t—”
and with that, she reached to cup his jawbone and pulled his lips within centimeters of her own.
“then tell me what you want—” the distance was imperceivable now, “me to do.” and she kissed him. for the first time in weeks. as if it were the first time in this life.
