Silent Attention [COMPLETED]

15. Dangerous

That's all I thought about all day at work.  She was all I ever thought about now.  It was to the point that watching her from afar just wasn't enough.  Bravery aside, I was addicted.  The more I got, the more I wanted of her.  I needed to keep away from her, if I still didn't want to be seen yet.  Even with that thought in my mind, I found myself walking from my place to hers.  I had changed out of my suit and into jeans and a hoodie, to cover my face.

I can't do this.  I can't just watch her anymore.  If I watch her, I'm going to do something stupid and ruin everything.  She makes me loose control.  I stopped and leaned against a post and thought about myself.  I wonder if I am strong enough to watch her today.  We weren't even in the same building.  Surely by the time I climbed down the flights of stairs in my building and the up the flight in hers my head would come to reason.  Could I trust myself to be sane with her?

    Just then, she was in front of me, bent over slightly trying to catch her breath.  Maybe I wasn't so sane when it came to her.  My mind had hallucinated her in front of me.  But she was in yoga pants and was sweaty.  If I was hallucinating, I would hope it would be something better than this.  Not that this wasn't bad, not bad at all.  I could hear her music pounding away.  I strained to make it out.  "I bet you didn't know I was dangerous.  It must be fate, I found a place for us."  She turned to look at me.  Her face portrayed disgust, but then turned into something else.  I know she couldn't see my face, not all of it anyway.  She looked almost, pleasantly curious.  "I bet you didn't know someone could love you as much."

Just like that, she was gone. Off running away from me.  After that look, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold myself back from her.  But I had to let her know I was still there, even if she hasn't put two and two together.

When I made it back to my place, I couldn't stop.  I couldn't stop thinking about her.  I googled the song she was listening to and played it over a few times.  The more I listened to it, the more I liked it, just like her. 

I hadn't waited to make sure she got home okay like I normally would.  The only reason why I held myself back from her on the street was out of pure shock.  Seeing her there was unexpected.  I couldn't follow her dressed like I was, I would be noticed.  Seeing her again tonight was a bad idea.  But now I was worried about her.  She could have been grabbed, or murdered.  She could have been hit by a car.  It was driving me insane.  I broke down and text her.  The worst that could happen was her not replying.

"You okay?"

"Peachy." 

What the hell is that supposed to mean?  I just left her not that long ago, surely she hasn't gotten herself into trouble.  "Last time you said that you were drunk and needed help getting home.  Don't tell me it's a repeat of last night."  If it was, I could alway come to the rescue.  That thought pulled the corners of my lips up. 

"I wouldn't know, I don't remember last night." 

I still felt mixed emotions about that, but I wanted to reassure her..  "I was the perfect gentleman, mostly." Okay, maybe mess with her.  "I might have used your toothbrush....."  I really did, and didn't feel bad about it.  Dental hygiene is very important.

"What else happened that I should know about?"

The wonderful cuddle session and they way your skin felt against mine.  How in the morning I had the biggest hard on you ground your backside into me and whimpered.  I damn near came.   "You snore." 

"I do not.  I guess that means you didn't sleep on the couch."

Woops...I need to get her firm backside out of my mind and get my right head into this.  "Too tall, and it didn't have a beautiful girl sleeping on it like the bed did."