“It’s never been the right time for us, Kiddo. I got tired of waiting for the time to catch up to us. We need to make the time. Right now.”
“But C, I’m… I mean you know I can’t…”
He stepped forward into her personal space and leaned down until his nose was touching hers. He put one palm on the back of her neck and brought it up slowly, his fingers gently scraping her scalp underneath her chestnut curls, and cupped the bottom of her head in his palm as he spoke. His hot breath grazed her open lips.
Angie struggled to pay attention as her senses ran wild. Goosebumps popped up all over her smooth skin and she realized her blood was suddenly pumping forcefully in her ears. Womp, womp. Womp, womp. She wondered if he could hear it too.
Clint stood there with her, holding her, breathing on her for a few minutes. She suspected he was lingering for effect. He always had been a bit dramatic. Finally, he spoke. “Tell me you don’t love me. Tell me you weren’t struck square in the forehead by the weight of a thousand bricks the night we met. You tell me you haven’t been thinking about me all these years. Tell me that and I’ll take you back up to the bar, pay for your drink, and walk away. Angie, it’s ME. It’s me, it’s you, and it’s time.”
Attitude Soup 