Torn

Part 8

"What are you doing here, Dave?" Stevie repeated instead of answering his question.

"I had to talk to you somehow. Every time I've tried reaching you, you made your assistant tell me, you were busy." Dave closed the short distance between them. "Stevie, I- I haven't been able to stop thinking about-"

"Don't say it." Stevie stopped him, shaking her head, she moved away, hugging herself around the middle. "We were drinking and-"

"And I'm sober as a judge right now." Now he interrupted her. "And I'm here. I know you think it was stupid or whatever, but I-" He paused, running a hand through his hair, he turned around to face her. "Look me in the eye and tell me that you haven't thought about it once."

"It doesn't matter." Stevie shrugged weakly. "You can't just show up out of nowhere, Dave. I was literally just with Lindsey. We kissed goodbye and I told him, I love him. Do you have any idea, how bad it would have been if he walked in with me?"

"He's not your husband, he's not your boyfriend." Dave said as if she wasn't constantly reminded of that. "He can't really say much, when he's married."

"But so are you!" Stevie exclaimed throwing her hands up in the air. "Yes, yes I've thought about it. I think about it." She added. "But it doesn't matter. Stupid, that's exactly what it was. So, we can move on and forget it ever happened. We're friends, Dave, let's not..." She trailed off with a sigh. "You're one of the very few men, who have shown nothing but respect to me. I don't want to complicate things."

"But-"

"Besides, I'm like twice your age. Why do you even want me?" Stevie continued, speaking over him.

"You're exaggerating. I think, we've already discussed this." Dave reminded as he took a step in her direction again. "You're fucking gorgeous and hot as hell."

She tried not to, but she laughed at that. When he came closer, she cupped his face in her hands, making him focus on her and what she was about to say. "See, men my age would never say that. Dave, seriously. Thank you for coming all the way here, but-"

"I'm going to kiss you." Dave informed her. He didn't want to catch her by surprise, also giving her a way out if she wanted to push him away. 

"Dave, no." Stevie shook her head, though, she didn't make a move to separate herself from him.

"I know you want me to kiss you." 

"Oh? And how have I given myself away exactly?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Don't flirt.

"Because you've spent the last three minutes in my arms and you haven't slapped me across the face yet, so..." He shrugged and she blushed, lowering her eyes. 

"Actually, I am mad at you." Stevie said, but sounded nothing like it.

"Is that so?" He waited for her to explain as he held her by her hips now. 

"Yes." Stevie nodded. "You went behind my back, you involved my assistant in this devious plan of yours."

"Well, then let me make it up to you." Dave shrugged, a sexy smirk replaced that boyish grin that she loved so much.

"You know we shouldn't."

"Could you please for once focus on what you want instead of what you should or shouldn't do?" He looked at her, she wasn't fully convinced yet. He brought a hand up and brushed her hair away from her neck, his fingertips lightly touching her skin. His eyes settled on her chest, now rising and falling faster. He looked up again. "This is the first time I've shamelessly allowed myself to stare, you know."

She bit her bottom lip, shaking her head at him. "Why the hell are you so good at his?"

"Maybe because I've played out this particular scenario a thousand times in my head? I've had a lot of practice, thinking about how it would go." Dave replied and leaned in closer, bumping the tip of her nose with his, he cocked his head slightly to the left. "Last chance." He repeated those same words he said to her weeks ago.