when we meet again. {thomas raggi}

her lips soft like velvet.

"So again. Try me." An almost taunting look rested in her eyes, as if she was challenging him.

He shook his head, walking away from her. His hands grabbed the railing of the balcony, as if he was trying to find something to hold onto to keep him from falling apart.

Thomas wanted to tell her, he really did. But he was scared, he was horrified she'd judge him and reject him again. He was afraid she'd think of him as some weakling who couldn't let go of the image his father showed him. He couldn't bear to lose her again, he needed her.

"Tell me!" She shouted, shaking the man from his thoughts. "Thomas I need to know. I need to know why you did what you did so I can move on."

"What if I don't want you to move on." He whispered, still not looking at the furious girl.

"I- I don't..."

"I was scared, okay. I was scared I'd hurt you." He said.

Klara scoffed, her anger slowly getting the best of her. "So rejecting me like some whore was your solution to that?"

"Well-"

"You think this didn't hurt me? You think you could just use me for a couple of weeks and then drop me?" She cried out, her voice breaking as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Thomas turned around, teary eyed and slightly shaking. He wanted to hug her, kiss her, tell her he was so sorry and that everything was going to be okay. He would do anything to make her feel better, but he didn't even know if she wanted him to.

She continued her rampage. "Well?!"

"Klara-" He tried but was once again interrupted by Klara who was blinded by her anger.

"Don't 'Klara' me! Quit this act of yours and just tell me." She pushed further.

He hesitated for a moment, stepping closer to the girl behind him. "Act..?"

Klara huffed, crossing her arms together. "I mean, obviously you-"

She couldn't finish her sentence as she began to stutter when he backed her up against the wall.

"You think this is an act?" He spoke in an almost whisper-like voice. His gaze met hers, flicking up and down between her lips and her eyes.

Klara's breathing hitched, she suddenly couldn't bring herself to say anything anymore. He was awfully close, way too close for her liking. Yet she didn't push him away, something inside her didn't want to either. She was secretly enjoying his presence, basking in it, fully aware of what the consequences would be if she didn't stop him.

She knew exactly what she was doing, and so did he.

He inched even closer to her, his hand traveling up the wall beside her. Klara's back had already hit the wall and at this point they were dangerously close to each other. Her eyes twinkled with excitement, the same spark evident in Thomas's eyes as well.

The moonlight casted a shadow across Klara's face, accentuating just the right features. She had never looked this beautiful to Thomas, makeup slightly ruined, her hair tousled by the wind, and the moon shining upon her. Her dark red lipstick had worn off, leaving only a subtle hint of color on her velvety lips. She looked ethereal.

The silence spoke a thousand words as the two basked in the feeling of each other.

"After all I went through to try and make things somewhat 'right', you still think this is an act?" He whispered, feeling Klara's lips gently brushing against his as he hid a smirk.

He loved the effect he had on her. She was all bark but no bite, and the moment he got his grip on her there was no more barking either.

"Hm?" He hummed when she didn't answer.