to keep stopping but was unable to let himself. A crippling wave of desire hit me at his gentle touch.
He let out a ragged breath and shook his head as he looked at me. "Wynn, I…" he hesitated as if looking for the right words. I had no idea what he was going to say. It could have been ten different things— I regret doing that just now, I love you, I hate you, we have to stop, we have to keep going . He could have said any of these things or countless others, but I didn't give him the chance. I was so overwhelmed with emotion and worried that he might regret what just happened that I cut him off before he could say anything.
"I think we should go in," I said nodding.
My hand was still wrapped around his neck, and I gave him a little pat as a reassuring gesture while I pulled away from him. I stepped back and dusted off my thighs even though there was nothing on them.
"That was a little hasty considering we're both here on dates," I said.
I was totally not there on a date, but there were guys at our table, so it could possibly look like that.
"You're not on a date," he said, following me as I began to walk toward the restaurant.
"You are." I said.
"Don't start getting upset about that," he said, making me shoot him a defensive glare. He shrugged. "It's not like I expected to see you here tonight."
"It's not like I expected to see you, either," I said. I picked up the pace a little, feeling anxious about reentering the restaurant. I just knew I was about to encounter an enraged girlfriend on the other side of those doors, and I was overwhelmed with embarrassment and fear. I was so nervous that I could barely breathe.
"Slow down," Ryan said, since I was setting the pace, and it had been growing faster and faster as we walked.
"We shouldn't have done that," I said.
I could just imagine the whole restaurant out of their seats with their noses glued to the windows, watching us and waiting for the catfight that was about to ensue.
I felt desperate to open the door and face my fate, my catfight fate.
We approached the door, and I instantly lunged forward to open it.
"Wynn stop," he said, catching the door before it could open completely.
"It shouldn't have happened like that," I said shaking my head. "I shouldn't have put you in that position when she's in here. I can't quit messing up."
"That wasn't a mistake," he said.
"Yes it was," I insisted, my face turning red as I squeezed in through the cracked door.
Ryan had no other choice but to let me in and follow behind me. Both of us straightened ourselves when we walked in, but it quickly became obvious that no one was paying attention to us. Turns out, no one had their noses glued to the windows—they basically didn't even notice we were gone or that we'd come back.
"Table for two?" the hostess said before she got a good look at us. "Oh, I'm sorry, you guys are…" she trailed off as we nodded and waved, telling her we didn't need her assistance.
I came to a stop when I saw Britney. Not because she was standing there with her dukes in the air like I thought she'd be, either. It was just the opposite, in fact. She was doing the sweetest thing a girl could be doing. She was dancing with a little, hunched-over old man. There was some room in front of the stage where couples sometimes danced. It wasn't a dance floor by any stretch, but there was room for four or five couples to dance comfortably.
Britney and her partner were one of three couples out there, and all of them were wearing huge smiles. I could see at a glance that she was making this man's day by dancing with him, and it made me angrier and more desperate than ever. She really was running for mayor, for crying out loud!
The song was ending right as we came in, and Britney caught sight of us. I watched as she hugged her partner before heading in our direction with a huge wave and smile.
There was a voice in my head reminding me of how dirty and used-up I was compared to her. She was probably a
He let out a ragged breath and shook his head as he looked at me. "Wynn, I…" he hesitated as if looking for the right words. I had no idea what he was going to say. It could have been ten different things— I regret doing that just now, I love you, I hate you, we have to stop, we have to keep going . He could have said any of these things or countless others, but I didn't give him the chance. I was so overwhelmed with emotion and worried that he might regret what just happened that I cut him off before he could say anything.
"I think we should go in," I said nodding.
My hand was still wrapped around his neck, and I gave him a little pat as a reassuring gesture while I pulled away from him. I stepped back and dusted off my thighs even though there was nothing on them.
"That was a little hasty considering we're both here on dates," I said.
I was totally not there on a date, but there were guys at our table, so it could possibly look like that.
"You're not on a date," he said, following me as I began to walk toward the restaurant.
"You are." I said.
"Don't start getting upset about that," he said, making me shoot him a defensive glare. He shrugged. "It's not like I expected to see you here tonight."
"It's not like I expected to see you, either," I said. I picked up the pace a little, feeling anxious about reentering the restaurant. I just knew I was about to encounter an enraged girlfriend on the other side of those doors, and I was overwhelmed with embarrassment and fear. I was so nervous that I could barely breathe.
"Slow down," Ryan said, since I was setting the pace, and it had been growing faster and faster as we walked.
"We shouldn't have done that," I said.
I could just imagine the whole restaurant out of their seats with their noses glued to the windows, watching us and waiting for the catfight that was about to ensue.
I felt desperate to open the door and face my fate, my catfight fate.
We approached the door, and I instantly lunged forward to open it.
"Wynn stop," he said, catching the door before it could open completely.
"It shouldn't have happened like that," I said shaking my head. "I shouldn't have put you in that position when she's in here. I can't quit messing up."
"That wasn't a mistake," he said.
"Yes it was," I insisted, my face turning red as I squeezed in through the cracked door.
Ryan had no other choice but to let me in and follow behind me. Both of us straightened ourselves when we walked in, but it quickly became obvious that no one was paying attention to us. Turns out, no one had their noses glued to the windows—they basically didn't even notice we were gone or that we'd come back.
"Table for two?" the hostess said before she got a good look at us. "Oh, I'm sorry, you guys are…" she trailed off as we nodded and waved, telling her we didn't need her assistance.
I came to a stop when I saw Britney. Not because she was standing there with her dukes in the air like I thought she'd be, either. It was just the opposite, in fact. She was doing the sweetest thing a girl could be doing. She was dancing with a little, hunched-over old man. There was some room in front of the stage where couples sometimes danced. It wasn't a dance floor by any stretch, but there was room for four or five couples to dance comfortably.
Britney and her partner were one of three couples out there, and all of them were wearing huge smiles. I could see at a glance that she was making this man's day by dancing with him, and it made me angrier and more desperate than ever. She really was running for mayor, for crying out loud!
The song was ending right as we came in, and Britney caught sight of us. I watched as she hugged her partner before heading in our direction with a huge wave and smile.
There was a voice in my head reminding me of how dirty and used-up I was compared to her. She was probably a
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