Complicated

He put his hands on her waist, holding her with just enough pressure to pull her closer to him, until it almost felt like he was cradling her against his chest. His eyes were on her lips and her heart was pounding in her chest. Her mind was screaming; he's going to kiss me! I can't let him kiss me...God I want him to kiss me. Please, just kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me!

Her arms came around his back and she gripped the back of his shirt to stop her hands from shaking so bad. His fingers flexed against her back and her lips opened slightly. She looked up at him, and his face was coming closer and closer, until her vision was blurred and she let her eyes fall closed.

With her sight gone, the smell of his cologne and the burning scent of the sanitizing water beside them stung her nose and she was painfully aware of the sound of food frying just a few feet away.  But she blocked away everything, and she focused on the feeling of his arms around her, holding her against him, and she relaxed. His arms were strong and she let herself get swept away, allowing him to be the only thing keeping her chaotic spirit from running away. She let her mind go and her worries escape her. And then his lips were on hers.

The pressure of his kiss was light. His fingers traced images against her back and she couldn't tell you what they were. There was nothing else in the world, it was just her and him, them, kissing, something she had wanted for weeks now, a forbidden fruit from the most glorious of trees. She forgot about why she couldn't let him kiss her, she forgot about her doubts,  she forgot about her fears and about her worries. She forgot that he was he and she was she and how something this wrong wasn't supposed to feel so right. She forgot that they were at work, she forgot that she had a customer outside who was waiting for their food, she forgot that she was cooking that food, she forgot everything. It was just him and her and the single thought that floated through her stunned mind.

This is home.

It last mere seconds and then he was pulling away and her anchor was gone. His arms were loose around her, but it wasn't enough for her to hold herself together. Her eyes fluttered open and reality slammed into her like a ton of bricks.

The fryer beeped and the food dropped, and a switched flipped and panic attacked her. Her breath came in short pants and her hands, still holding his shirt, were now shaking noticeably.

My mom is going to kill me.

"That was too fast," he said, letting her go, taking the last remnants of her calm with him. There's a different type of panic in his eyes. She can only imagine what he's thinking. That she didn't want him to kiss her, that kissing her had been a mistake. Which was wrong, so wrong, she really did want him to kiss her. This was the complete opposite of a mistake.

"No," She heard herself saying, forcing her hands out of their vice like grip on his shirt, stepping back, away from him and the intoxicating scent of his cologne. She leaned against the table and he leaned against the shelf and he suddenly felt very far away, his arms crossed and looking at her in a way that revealed nothing as to what he was thinking. She fought the fog he laid over her mind, and forced words out of her mouth. "No, it wasn't, it's just...Just too complicated."

"How is it complicate?" He asked her, his eyes smiling in a way she didn't know was possible. His closed off position relaxed and he was open to her again. She couldn't help smiling back at him as she answered.

"How isn't it complicated?"