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When he sat back and looked at it, he saw what he wanted. He knew all of the things that he needed to do were questionable, would she say yes? Or was she thinking like he was. He knew that it was there, the chemistry. Of course, he had felt that before, and had been wrong. Would he pursue? After all, he knew she would stay his friend, but he didn’t know if he wanted to risk that on a whim. Is that all this was? A whim? He felt more confused, the more he thought about it. He liked her, trusted her, and she trusted him. But how would this limit affect their friendship? Would they keep that if it ended? They were both rational people, both would talk things out. Still, was it worth the risk? He hoped so. Because he was goin for it.
He would ask her what she felt, what she thought. He would talk it out. Or would he chicken out again, and just assume that things were gonna play out the way he hoped they would. The question echoed: To ride or take the reins? He didn’t know where the ride would take them, but that enthralled him. The thrill of plot twists in his life. But he also wanted this, and he knew that it could pass him by if he didn’t take control, grab the issue.
So he would make the move, but how would he do it? Would he ask her outright to date him? Or would he slide his hand into hers, looking into her eyes, waiting for a response, hoping for the right one. Praying that she would realize the offer, and accept it. Was that leaving too much to chance? Would he ask her if she had feelings for him? His head spun with the choices, the different ways to ask, the words, they could flow a billion different ways. So he didn’t plan that, leaving that open for the moment. He hated scripts, he wouldn’t tie himself down, leave no room for flexibility.
(c) Chris N
When he sat back and looked at it, he saw what he wanted. He knew all of the things that he needed to do were questionable, would she say yes? Or was she thinking like he was. He knew that it was there, the chemistry. Of course, he had felt that before, and had been wrong. Would he pursue? After all, he knew she would stay his friend, but he didn’t know if he wanted to risk that on a whim. Is that all this was? A whim? He felt more confused, the more he thought about it. He liked her, trusted her, and she trusted him. But how would this limit affect their friendship? Would they keep that if it ended? They were both rational people, both would talk things out. Still, was it worth the risk? He hoped so. Because he was goin for it.
He would ask her what she felt, what she thought. He would talk it out. Or would he chicken out again, and just assume that things were gonna play out the way he hoped they would. The question echoed: To ride or take the reins? He didn’t know where the ride would take them, but that enthralled him. The thrill of plot twists in his life. But he also wanted this, and he knew that it could pass him by if he didn’t take control, grab the issue.
So he would make the move, but how would he do it? Would he ask her outright to date him? Or would he slide his hand into hers, looking into her eyes, waiting for a response, hoping for the right one. Praying that she would realize the offer, and accept it. Was that leaving too much to chance? Would he ask her if she had feelings for him? His head spun with the choices, the different ways to ask, the words, they could flow a billion different ways. So he didn’t plan that, leaving that open for the moment. He hated scripts, he wouldn’t tie himself down, leave no room for flexibility.
(c) Chris N
