Destiny or Coincidence (AlanxJeff) VI

The date that never was

Alan 

I desire to kiss him so much.

So much.

With every fiber of my being.

Ever since I confessed my feelings and he agreed to let me pursue him, I've been floating on a cloud of happiness. However, I've also felt the need to hold back. I know that Jeff has a slight discomfort with physical contact, so I've opted to approach slowly, testing his limits with each step I take. I don't want to scare him; I don't want him to regret giving me this chance. But lately, it's been so difficult.

Every time I see him, he seems more adorable. His eyes shine with a special light, and his scent becomes even sweeter, wrapping around me like a warm embrace on a cold night. When our gazes meet and he shyly looks down, trying to hide a smile, I feel my heart beating so hard it could explode. It's an erratic beat, filled with desire and longing, as if it wants to break free from my chest and run towards him.

"Alright, when you use this and this in the way I explained, the setup changes," I explain softly while watching him focus intently, like a child excited to learn something new. His attention is so pure that it makes me want to get closer. The air between us thickens with palpable tension.

I remember the nickname I gave him in Back Cove. Sometimes I want to call him that again, but I fear it might be too soon. I glance around feeling that I can no longer hold back. Not when he's so close. Then, with an almost irresistible impulse, I give him a sweet and quick kiss on his soft cheeks. I inhale deeply, and his scent intoxicates me before he turns around with wide eyes in surprise, his beautiful cheeks turning a lovely shade of red.

"Alan!" he exclaims, embarrassed, looking around.

"Nobody saw us," I say with a playful smile, although honestly, I don't care if anyone does.

"Still... it's not... it's not professional," he says with a frown.

If only he knew that the kiss is more innocent than my purest thoughts about him. His cheeks are soft, but I'm dying to taste his lips again. He looks at me for a few seconds with a frown and then glances around before closing his laptop and walking away.

"Jeff, wait. Are you upset? I'm sorry; please don't be mad," I say with a pout.

He stops halfway and turns to look at me. Then he starts walking again, giving me a glance over his shoulder. Does he want me to follow? Is Jeff seducing me? I swallow hard as I look around and find myself following him. I see him enter the bathroom; as soon as I step in, his scent hits me like a wave, making me feel dizzy, but I can't see him until I hear the door close behind me and the sound of the lock securing our entrance.

The atmosphere changes dramatically; the lights are dimmed and the air feels charged with intimacy. I swallow again as my heart races uncontrollably. I turn slowly and see him there, arms crossed, looking at me seriously while frowning. Anyone would say Jeff is extremely upset or about to lecture me. And that might be true, but all I can think about is how cute and adorable he looks when he's upset; this is definitely not good for my heart.

"Jeff..." I whisper as I take a few steps closer, but he raises his hand signaling me to stop.

"Alan, this can't keep going," he starts seriously. "We're not being professional. We need to separate things. I don't want any malicious rumors."

I know what he's talking about; he's right. But for some reason, all I can think about is how we're locked in this bathroom and how his scent is even more exquisite here; it's as if strawberries and honey have fused into an intoxicating perfume that envelops me completely.