A Small Combination of Words

*takes place after Ski Lodge*

Her hand balled up the front of his crew neck sweater and pulled him to her, just as always.

"What are you playing at, Lucas." Her voice became low and quiet.

She was using his actual name here. Their faces were only inches apart, his eyes met hers with a fierce fire.

Maya could feel her heart speeding up. She swallowed the lump in her throat as her breathing became ragged at their proximity.

"I'm not playing at anything," he whispered.

His eyes darted to her lips and quickly back up to her eyes.

Oh fuck. This has gotta stop.

And yet, her hand didn't move. She didn't move. Lucas didn't move.

Until he did.

"Maya," he whispered quietly as his hand raised to her waist.