We Were Greedy

Chap. 8: Relapse

^ just a little song I thought fitted well with the story, also it kinda sounds like bastille?? 

IMPORTANT: I would like, before starting this chapter, to let you know that cheating is nothing to be romanticized about, so please if you are in a current relationship, do not repeat Nora's foolish actions. As I keep saying, Nora's a complete idiot. The point of this story is not to praise cheating, it is a story not a how-to love guide. That's all I have to say. 

Please enjoy your reading :) XxX ~ Hell-Later-On

Chapter 8

Relapse

"What are we gonna do now?" I asked Dan as we sat at a small restaurant in Brooklyn.

The awkwardness had toned down a little bit since the morning. But now, as we sat in front of each other, the sun slowly dying behind the buildings, there was something else. There was a lingering tension between us, a tension that traced the line between doing as we said earlier or just listening to our hearts like we had the night before. I could still feel the ghost of his lips leaving burning trails on my skin.

I shivered as his mesmerizing blue eyes landed on me. He set down his menu. "Well, we have one maybe two artists so far. We still need another one." He said as he played with the corner of his menu.

I watched his slender fingers move remembering how they felt on me. "Okay." Was the simple answer I could get out, my mind too clouded by his presence.

I bit my lip before bringing my attention back to my own menu.

After a short while, I don't know what came over me, but I spoked up again. "Dan?" I asked suddenly as I whipped my head up from my menu.

"Yes?" He answered, big bushy black brows drawn in.

"About this morning..." I slowly articulated, waiting for him to react in any sort of negative way. When he didn't, I went on. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." I looked away from his eyes, unable to face them.

"It's all good." He answered. "I mean, you did hurt me. But I'll get over it." He said, playing once again with the corner of his menu. "Though I've been trying for the past year." He murmured under his breath

.His pained look make my heart clench, the rest came naturally. "It's not that I don't like you." I bit my lip. "I do like, you. A lot, actually. Too much." I breathed out. "But I can't, we can't, and we shouldn't." I bit my lip again.

He looked back at me, a slight glimmer in his eyes. "If it wasn't for him, could you?" He marked a pause. "Would we." I felt the tip of his shoe touch the inner arch of my foot and my heart thundered wildly inside my chest. "Should we?" He asked cocking his head to the side, his eyes burning through me.

"Don't ask me questions like that, Dan." I sighed sadly as I rubbed my eyebrows, trying to think despite the touch of his foot making my brain short-circuit.

"That answers my question." He said, downing in one sip the remaining liquid in his glass before pouring himself another one.

His attention went back to his menu, a smug smile plastered across his face. While I, couldn't even think of concentrating with his shoes touching my bare skin.

I carefully lifted my eyes up to look at him trying not to be noticed. He was still deeply concentrated on the menu before him when his foot moved again, moving up to my ankle.

Shivers ran up my legs and I let out a deep breath trying to shake it off.I wondered if maybe he was messing with me. Trying to push me to admit what he had already guessed. My mind raced as his foot continued it's way up to the middle of my calf.