Quixotic (2)

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A nervous grin pulled at her lips as she looked up to his eyes. Her body was pressed against his as they stood at the center of the ferry. The music continued to play, but they weren't dancing. His lips parted, and his eyes examined her features, "I really want to kiss you right now." He hummed quietly, seeming surprised by his own confidence as he focused his eyes on her lips.

"Then, why don't you?" She asked him quietly, a flash of excitement traveling through her eyes.

She gently pushed her body toward him, noticing how his hands tightened on her waist as she moved against him, but he took a slight step back. His eyes fell to look at the ground and she hesitantly moved her hands to rest over his chest, "You'll be in D.C. by morning." He told her, watching as she turned to look down.

"I pegged you as the type of man who'd prefer a one night stand." She teased, a grin on her lips as she followed his eyes to watch him looking to her lips. 

"You're right, but I'm sure a night with you would mean more to me than a night with any other woman." He hummed with a nervous grin as he looked to meet her eyes, saying, "I don't want to screw up again --." He trailed to silence, his heart falling to the bottom of his stomach.

Again? 

She wanted to ask, but she remained silent and flashed him a small smile. She hummed quietly, pulling her body toward him before taking a slight step back. His eyes followed her, and he took a slight step forward as she spoke, telling him, "If you ever find your way to Louisiana --." Her voice trailed to silence as she reached forward to take his hand in hers, "I'd be more than happy to show you around." She smiled, taking a slight step toward him and lifting her chin.

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking on her features as a teasing grin pulled at her lips, "I'm sure my friends and I will all agree that a trip to Bourbon street has been delayed for too long." He told her, forcing his eyes to look away.

He noticed the pier approaching, then felt the boat stop moving, "We should probably get off before it starts moving again." He hummed, hesitant to look back into her eyes.

She stepped away from him with a playful smirk on her lips, noticing how he refused to look in her direction as she moved to collect her camera bag. Helping her from the ship, he wrapped his arm around her waist as they moved down the pier and toward the parking lot, "I enjoyed tonight." She hummed with a small laugh as she looked up at him, shrugging, "I haven't been on a boat for years."

"Why?" He asked quietly, turning to look at her as they moved toward the lone car in the empty lot, "Why are you afraid of open water?" He asked, guiding her to lean against the driver's side of the jeep. He stepped beside her, a small smirk remained on his lips as he turned his head to face her, "Come on, tell me."

"Alright, I'll tell you when you tell me why you were so adamant about keeping to yourself at dinner." She teased, shifting her body to face him, "You don't seem like a secretive kind-of guy." She told him with a playful laugh, saying with a grin, "I know you have plenty stories to tell. I mean, you are a funny guy with three amazing friends!"

"You could always google your questions." He teased, shrugging his shoulders, adding, "I'm sure the internet knows me better than I know myself."

"Fine." She hummed, pulling her phone from her pocket.

"What are you doing?" He asked nervously, watching the playful smirk dance across her lips as she opened the internet on her phone, typing his name into the search engine.

"Alright, let's get started." She teased, quickly looking up at him to see his eyebrows raise, "Birthday: March 14, 1976, I'll have to remember to send a card." She teased, scrolling through the information on the first page, "You were a fireman." She mentioned, her eyes widening as she nodded slowly.