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Okay final over. Now I can go back to important things. Like the West Wing. Anyway see Part 1 for info. Just to let you know I'm flying by the seat of my pants with this story. I don't know how many parts are left I don't even know what's going to happen in this chapter until I start typing. So bare with me. and I hope I don't bore you.
Oh my God. Oh my God. My head is spinning. Every one of my senses are going into overdrive. My eyes are locked on his. My hands are touching his chest. I can breathe in his scent. And I feel his breath on my cheek. It's coming in hard. But I'm frozen. I'm completely paralyzed. This is the moment. In one beautiful impulsive moment, a moment I would be kidding myself if I said I hadn't thought about a thousand times, things could change. "Josh..." I practically whisper it. I can't really breathe. He's looking at me so intensely. It's illuminated by the only candle still left burning. I wish he would move first. This is only getting more awkward. I can't initiate anything. I don't want the responsibility of being the one to have caused it. His hand moves. He brushes my hair back. I think I'm going to die. He strokes my face. I close my eyes. His touch is like fire to my skin. How is it possible it feels like this between us? Already. So fast. Today at work it was normal. We banter. We argue. We're Josh and Donna. It's what we do. Who would have thought a mere few hours later we'd be....almost kissing. And I say almost kissing because are lips are not even close to touching. It's agonizing. His eyes are searching mine as if for reassurance. I am trying to send him the 'kiss me already' signal but it's so dark in here, the candle is only helping so much. "Donna." His voice is hoarse. It's unbelievably sexy. What is wrong with me it's not like I haven't heard him speak before..god knows. I move my hand just slightly down his chest so now it's resting, more like clinging, to the side of his stomach. That's it. That's what does it. He's holding my face now. Gently stroking my face with his thumb. For Pete's sake stop torturing me!! "Josh..." I choke the words out. He kisses my forhead. And then my cheek. And then he lingers near my lips. He's an expert. But who would expect any less from him. He really is an overachiever. Our breaths are mingling. I can't stand it. Finally they meet. It starts off really soft. I let out a little sigh. That only intensifies it. We kiss with a passion I have never experienced. It's so intense my head is spinning. I hear him whisper my name in ear. It's so soft. and his breathe tickles. I actually hurt when we pull away. My heart aches. I look at him. He looks shocked. Stunned. I bet I appear the same way. It's almost too much. Too much to handle. So many question hang in the air. What does it mean? What happens next? "Donna?" He says my name as a question but asking me a thousand things at the same time. I don't have an answer to him. So this is what I say. "Wow. Well Good Night Josh." The hurt that passes through his eyes is immeasurable. "Yeah, uh, nite Donna." He tries to pretend like it's nothing. That we do that all the time. Like shaking hands or something. No big deal. I roll away. I hand him more then his share of the blanket. And the room becomes filled with unspoken words.
TBC.....................
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