Can't forget you [a Kyle O'Reilly story]

4 Distracted

Annoyed with myself, I got up from my desk and went to the kitchen to get a snack and another coffee. I just couldn't concentrate on the research I was doing for a new article. Every time I checked facts, a thought distracted me.

And not just some random thought about a meaningless thing. I would have managed to banish these thoughts. No, they were thoughts about a man I didn't actually know. A man I had seen only once. I had not even spoken with him. And yet I could not forget him. I could not get this cute, a little goofy smile out of my head.

Usually, writing and research came easily to me. Also interviews and reviewing photos. No problem at all. But now everything was suddenly different. It seemed as if my whole world had turned upside down and that was only because of one look from him. Kyle O'Reilly. I liked the sound of his name. 

I was struggling to cope with my daily life because I kept seeing his face, his smile. The fact that BF/N was also teasing me about it didn't make it any better. On the contrary. It was already so bad that I dreamed about him. My subconscious mind had clearly decided not to let me rest even at night and in my dreams.

Actually, I thought I would have forgotten about the whole thing and Kyle within a week, but boy, oh boy, was I wrong. Whatever I was doing lately or wherever I was, I kept seeing his face. And okay, I admit it also his body. And especially those thighs, gosh those thighs.

And to be perfectly honest, I didn't even know why I was resisting it so much. He had smiled at me a few times that evening. So what? It didn't matter. Maybe it really was just a coincidence or maybe I reminded him of someone. It was possible that he had just mistaken me for someone else. 

But what if he really meant me? I was just not sure why he should mean me. If I was meant, that is. I was really not special. Pure average in every way. In my opinion, nothing about me stood out. I didn't have any special skills, I wasn't very athletic, or tall, or beautiful. Like I said, average. It made no sense why he should stare at me, but I probably wasn't the one he was staring at anyway. Ugh, my head was a mess.

After two weeks, I finally had enough. I had to see him again to prove to myself that there was nothing to this thing. Then I would maybe finally be able to clear my slate. And also BF/N would then certainly stop chewing my ear off about the whole thing.

When I sat back down at the desk, I opened a new tab and went looking for ticket sales for the show. It didn't take long before I found what I was looking for. Without giving it a second thought, I ordered two tickets. I was lucky and even got front row seats.

I was not at all sure how I would be able to handle another two weeks of uncertainty. But the prospect that I could then erase it from my mind calmed my spinning thoughts a little.

The only thing I tried to bury way back in my head was that I wasn't sure I really wanted clarity. It was actually quite nice to have a crush again. I couldn't even remember the last time I had felt like this.

Whatever would happen in two weeks, I would accept it. But now that I knew when it would be, I didn't know exactly what outcome I wanted.

The only thing I knew for sure was that, for whatever reason, I could not forget him.