That Kiss (Revised)

Chapter Three - In the Closet, Destiny awaits

                He smirked and whispered soft enough for Savannah to hear, or maybe she just imagined it, “Did you pick that on purpose, Savannah?”

                She shot Joey a hard glare, internally debating on a good excuse to leave.

                No luck, Joey pulled her towards the closet. She cursed the illusion of the closet. From the outside it looked quite spacious, but as Savannah quickly learned, thanks to the protruding old fashion dress wear hanging from both sides, space was very limited. She then found herself wondering where Michael had been when he and Barbra had been here.

                “You’re not thinking Michael cheated on you while you were on the other side of that door, are you? Joey had stepped a little too close to Savannah then she preferred. Her back was now pressed against the back wall while Joey stood was seemed like a foot away in the near blinding darkness.

                “I was n-not thinking that.” She stuttered.

                The darkness did make it extremely difficult to see much farther than an arm length in front of her. She could make out Joey’s outline. He was taller than her by a god foot and she suddenly felt extremely small and fragile, like she could pass out at any second due to their close proximity.

                “Sure you weren’t.” he chuckled.

                Blinking harshly, Savannah braced her palms on the back wall to stabilize herself. He had seen right through her in the darkest of situations. How? “Why do you always look at me with that weird look?” The inner, sober Savannah cringed at her horrible wording, but what could she say? Nothing good comes from tequila shots. At least her clothes were still on.

                “What look?”

                “Your eyes get all serious when you look at me. It’s kind of creepy, actually.”

                The silence stretched out for a moment too long.

                “Can I ask you a question, Savannah?”

                “Shot--” She giggled, “I mean, shoot.”

                “Do you love Michael?”

                Maybe her bluntness was caused by the alcohol or unexplainable sudden comfort with Joey, but without hesitation she spoke, “No.”

                Savannah thought she may have seem him smile, but she couldn’t be sure due to the darkness. She’d know that little fact for a while now, but hadn’t admitted it to anyone. It felt good to release such a pressing thing, yet why had she told Joey out of all people. Joey leaned closer to Savannah and she confirmed he was smiling.

                “Do you believe in love, Savannah?”

                “I do.”

                “How about destiny?”

                Her voice was so low, she wasn’t sure that Joey would hear her, “Yes.”               

                He took a deep breath. “I know I probably sound like a lunatic, but there’s something about you, Savannah.” He paused as if figuring out how to word whatever he was trying to say without causing Savannah to run out of the closet and never look back. “Like you are the key to mine.” He tried to inch closer, desperate to read her expression.

                Sadly, all Savannah managed to do was blink a couple times with a dumbfounded look contouring her face. “I don’t understand.” Key to his destiny? Was this a lame attempt to hit on her?

                “That’s the thing. Neither do I. I just know that whenever I am around you I feel like there is something bigger we’re supposed to be doing.”

                “Are you trying to get in my pants Joey?

                Joey shook his head and looked down for a moment. “Can I try something slightly crazy?

                Something about the intensity they shared triggered an unsettling feeling in her. What on Earth did he want to try? But curiosity always kills the cat. “Yeah.”

                And without further ado, Joey leaned in and cautiously pressed his lips to hers.