SundaysTheory
The Phrase that Pays
Alex's eyes were full of everything she wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him. But her conscience was telling her otherwise. Alex looked down to his extended hand, how she longed to take it, for her to be close to... No. She suddenly became aware of everything around her, she had been so absorbed into this she had completely forgotten about Arnold.
But what would he care?... Alex don't do this to yourself... You have waited for a long time for this moment... Only for it to end with your heart in pieces... Chase wouldn't do that... How can you be so sure... Shut up.
And with that Alex slowly extended her ice cold hand into his warm palm. She walked close to him, her eyes soft, and her other hand now running through his hair. If she couldn't speak, she would show him. Alex pulled him to her, locking her lips to his.