Thread: [KylarStern & Tortoise] Dancing With Myself;;

He clutched the little scrap of paper on which she??d written her number down for him, as he waited watching her walk into the building where her next class was. It had not been a long walk from the deli and he felt a pang of regret. It had been wonderful to see her again and he was beyond glad that there had been no awkward moments. And when she had wanted to walk back in silence, it had been a comfortable one. He was smiling as he walked the rest of the way back to the university where his next class was. A couple of the students who saw him wondered what was up and he was certain he heard a few giggled speculations as to its reasons. But he couldn??t care less. In fact, he doubted he could??ve stopped smiling even if he wanted to. It was as if a cloud that had come to rest over his head, had finally moved on. But now that he was alone once again, he found he??d started to miss her already. The rest of his day dragged unimaginably slow without her. Oh how he wished it was the weekend already, so he could be with her again. He went through his classes, behaving like a perfect candidate for the role of absent minded professor. Every so often, his hand would slip inside his pocket as he touched the paper with her number on it. She had said he should call if we wanted to just talk. And hell, he did. It would??ve been a right sight creepy if he did he knew and so restrained himself. After all, why spoil something that seemed to be going quite so well? It wasn??t very long, although it felt like an eternity, before he was done for the day. He didn??t have any plans for the evening, and so decided to drop by the pub for a few short drinks. But once, he??d reached there? he was reluctant to go in. It had been a perfect day. And suddenly, this wasn??t how he wanted to end it. He decided to take a little walk instead, back to his apartment. His neighbour was walking out of the place, just as he reached. Having exchanged sufficient pleasantries so as not to appear impolite, he bid good night and walked up the stairs to his room. Having let himself in, he put on some music and poured himself a little wine, before changing and heading in for a quick shower. Once he was out and settled in his favourite armchair, he found himself thinking once again of all that had transpired today. It was almost a dream? and he wished they??d had more time together. He couldn??t help but wonder if there was still hope for them. She may be having second thoughts, but the fact of the matter remained that she was still engaged. And if anything should happen between them? would she feel guilty about it later? That wasn??t a comforting thought. He didn??t want to walk back into her life only to ruin it all for her. If she chose to end it with James, that was another matter entirely. But could she live with herself, if she cheated on him. And what kind of a strain would that put on their relationship? Would she even look at him after that? Suddenly, he wasn??t all that sure of the upcoming weekend. He knew he wanted to be with her so much, it ached in places he??d forgotten existed inside him. He wished life wasn??t so complicated.