Dimensions

"...Are You Following?"

She leaned against the back of the elevator while he pressed the button to their floor. She watched him carefully, trying to figure out when he'll make his move.

James leans on the wall beside her and stares off into space.

It drove her insane!
"HOW CAN HE DO THIS AFTER WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN US?" She thought to herself.

He messed with his cuff link and she had enough of this attitude. Cassandra turns her eyes to him and he's staring down at his cuffs.

"James, Stop."

He releases the cloth and remains fixed on the wall.

She moves closer to him and turns his eyes to hers. Their lips inches away from each other.

She locks her hands with his.
She slowly leans in closer and he seems to take a step towards her. James iconic smile reaching his lips.

"If all we have is now, tell me how you would spend it," She breaths the words on his skin, letting them sink in.

"Cass, You know what I'd do," Humble deep words spoken like satin.

"Then do it James, Don't leave tonight like this. It's been amazing, and I wouldn't want our date to go any other way," Cassandra softly speaks to him.

He softens, warms, and let's her in. He lets her into his heart fully, into his mind, and into his past. James untwines their hands and wraps his arm around her waist. His hand runs up her shoulder, neck, and cups her cheek. Cassandra shivers at the touch.

She gently sets her hands on his chest, under his jacket, and savored every touch. Cassandra knew how to go about this, slow. Her fingers clasp around his tie and pull it out of its original knot.

"Cassandra, it's our floor."

She shares a small smile with him and leads him out the elevator by his jacket. The black tie laying loosely around his neck.

"Hmm, what was our room number again Dear?" She role plays seductively.

"Dear?" He smirks behind her.

"Was it 450? or 451?"

"I'm not sure, Darling, what was it?"

"I'm pretty sure it was 451," She laughs as she leads him down two more hall ways.

"Alright, well we just passed 445, so slow down."

"447, 448, 449, 450...451," she slowly lists.

James watches as she leans against the door and puts the key in the slot. With a click, the door unlocked and they enter into the dark room. Moonlight no where to be found, only starlight.

James shuts the door behind him and now was Cassandra's chance. He always led when it went down, but she knew that it was her turn.

Cassandra pushes him against the door, and let's her leg move to the slit in the dress. James eyes look down at her open skin and then back into her eyes. He knew what she wanted, he knew it but he wouldn't allow himself. Last time they loved each other it ended in catastrophe. She was taken and he kept all he blame. James couldn't allow himself to let the past repeat itself.

"What are you so afraid of? What happened in the past?" Her eyes pleading and cloudy with curiosity.

"Your kidnapping, that's what happened. One night we loved each other, and then that morning you were taken. I can't wake up with you being gone. I've done that for three years and it's been torture," His words just as heartbreaking as if he said he didn't love her.