kismet

He pulled her out into the hallway and swung her around as the door thudded closed. She cringed at the coldness of the tiles as he pressed her against the wall. The most ridiculously impish grin consumed his face. He brushed a stray hair from her face that moved from the false breeze of the abruptly shut door. Still, she refused to ruin her composure.

"Tell me," he smiled. "You can tell me. I know you couldn't before, and I acted so stupid. Tell me now."

She caught her mouth dropping but didn't speak. He continued, eyes hard on her.

"I just couldn't bear it. I couldn't take the jealousy. How you could throw your affections away on an imbecile. So I couldn't face you, and I couldn't tell you."

She could feel burning in her cheeks. She wanted to wipe them away against the wall so he couldn't see the red.

He blinked and suddenly everything was soft and gentle. "I wanted to tell you so much. Every time I saw you, but every time I ran. We're supposed to be together, I know it." He stepped back slightly to give her a moment's breath before he completely pushed his body against hers.

"Tell me. Tell me," he whispered in her ear. "You have to tell me. I'm not going to let you go until you tell me."

"Tell me and I'm yours. Just tell me," he coaxed.

She could not help but agree.