Oliver watched as she started to push the door open. His hand already on the handle and her back was to him. As she leaned her weight on the door he pulled it open unable to be patient. She was here, she was fighting for them too.
He had left Max and Marg at the conference center, a kiss on both cheeks as he tried to explain to his parents that he'd meet them for coffee later but there was something he had to do. They looked at him like he was crazy but Max pushed him to leave and Marg began explaining.
Off he ran, his helmet was already strapped to his bike and the key was in his pocket. He hoped that anyone else who needed to get ahold of him about his paper could just email him and without further explanation he was gone.
The traffic was worse than he anticipated and after getting suck behind several cars he had tried to call her with no luck and had worried that she had suddenly changed her mind. When he finally pulled up it was closing time for the library.
He pushed all of the "What if" questions away, they weren't going to get him anywhere and he didn't want to waste any of his time with Clara. He practically ran into the library and when he saw her his heart soared.
His arms instinctively reached out to catch her and she held tight to his biceps. Her blue eyes glossy with unshed tears as she whispered, "You came."
"You seem to have a habit of falling for me," Oliver smiled, as she blushed.
"I'm sorry—" Clara began apologizing and Oliver wasn't sure if it was for bumping into him or for everything else and honestly he could care less. All that really mattered to him was this woman who was currently in his arms.
Oliver interrupted her with a light kiss on her perfect lips that tasted simply wonderful. "You were saying?"
"But I was the worst."
"No you're not."
"But— I'm sorry."
He kissed her again. She shivered and Oliver wasn't sure if it was from the cold outside or she was just reacting to him. He hoped both. "Don't be."
"I over reacted and I need to tell you how sorry I am."
He kissed her again and her grip tightened as he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist pulling her towards him. "We both screwed up."
"Jennifer told me everything."
This time he kissed her forehead, he would kiss every inch of her if she let him. "Everything?"
With a nod Clara ducked her head, hiding her face in his button up and he could feel the moisture from her eyes. "I'm sorry."
He lifted her chin up and kissed her again, deeper than before. He wanted to melt into her touch. "I should probably warn you that every time you apologize I'm going to kiss you again. And while I'm not complaining I know you and chances are we're going to be a while then."
She nodded and her blue eyes connected with his brown. "We have an audience." Her eyes shifted to the librarian who was locking the glass doors behind them and Oliver laughed.
"Makes no difference to me."
Her melodious laughter joined his, all traces of sadness were wiped from her face and Oliver's heart took off in flight with the sound. "Mr. Langston was this all part of the plan? Sorry, I don't think I'm supposed to know about the plan. Sorry, I said sorry again. I'm so sorry for being sorry that I just feel really sorry about it all. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorr—"
Smiling he kissed her soundly and then again and again until he couldn't feel his fingers because of the cold. And then he kissed her again.
-The End-
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