"What the hell?" He ran his fingers through his hair, still not quite awake and thought back to the night before.
Amara had been upset over what happened with Jesse so she marched off to her room, leaving him alone. He got tired so he crashed on the couch.
So what the hell is she doing out here?
Amara groaned below and turned her head around. He looked down at her as she opened her eyes and studied her. She looked beautiful and raditiant. Her hair spilled out across the pillow like a blanket and her eyes were hazy with sleep. As she moved to prop herself up, her shirt rode up and he carefully averted his eyes, bringing them back to her face. She looked around the room before letting her gaze rest on him.
"Heh, nice boxers,...oh, God...What am I...?" Her eyes wide she glanced frantically around the room, as if in search of an answer from the surrounding furniture. "We didn't...what am I doing out here?" She put her hand to her mouth and tried to stand up but swayed on her feet. Daniel went to her side and grabbed her arm to support her. She shrugged him off and slolwy stumbled across the room to the wall and grabbed the frame.
"Nothing happened," he said, "I don't know how you got out here. You stormed off last night and I crashed here. That's all I know. I'm just as confused as you are."
Ignoring him she continued down the hallway. She reached her door and heard Daniel behind her. "Amara?"
"Go the fuck away! I'm fine." She walked in and slammed the door behind her.
Damn it, do something! He stood frozen at the end of the hall, staring at her closed door. Now what?
Amara in her room steadied herself ont he door knob, holding her head and trying to focus her eyes. What did I do? she thought. That was too close...too close... Suddenly everything started to spin and the floor rose up fast.
Outside Daniel, pacing, looked at her door again for the millionth time. He heard a thud and stopped, straining to hear something other than the silence.
"Amara?" No answer.
That's it. He charged off down the hallway. He reached her door and swung it open and squinted, adjusting his eyes to the darkness. A white shaped bulk on the floor caught his eye. He looked closely and saw it was Amara.
He dropped to the floor and searched along her neck for a pulse. After finding it he scooped her up and carried her out to the living room. Laying her down on the couch he realized how pale she was.
She's so cold. Fuck! he thought. He frantically looked around the apartment trying to figure out what to do. Below him Amara groaned her eyes fluttered open.
Deja-vu. He sat down beside her on the couch. "Amara? You okay?" She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Daniel?"
"Here, can you sit up?" He took hold of her arms and gently pulled her up. She grabbed onto his arm and whimpered lowly. "What happened?"
He smiled at her and gripped her more tightly. "You tell me. I came into your room to find you in a heap on the floor. What's the last thing you remember?"
"Ummm, I remember yelling at you then walking down the hall...in my room I-I think I just passed out. My head..." She went to stand up but wobbled and fell. Daniel reached up and caught her, bringing her back down to the couch. "Lay back down. Just rest and I'll be right back." She sighed and laid back against the couch as he walked into the kitchen. She heard the water running and the low, almost inaudible 'shit' as he rammed his toe into the counter. "Damn...ow."
She heard is footsteps coming and she stared at him as he came around the corner.His blonde, scraggily hair fell inn the way of his grey eyes. Grey eyes so full of emotion and intensity. Eyes so full of caring and concern as he leaned down toward her. "Here I got you some water." He said handing her the glass. She took it and began to sip slowly, gazing at him over the brim of the glass. As if sensing it he turned to her and she looked away quickly. But only for a moment before she returned to looking at him. He looked tired as he sat on the edge of the couch with his head resting one hand staring off into space. She could feel pain emanating from him, anxiety and nervousness. She felt she should say something but her mind was blank.
Suddenly he turned to her again and gazed into her eyes. She didn't turn away this time, but looked directly into his, those pools of gray. She felt herself fall, she felt so close to him. So connected. Eyes are the windows to the soul. And she saw his, so plainly laid out before her. He had been hurt, betrayed. He was afraid to trust, afraid to love.
I know how you feel, she said silently. Or at least thought she did. Before either could say anything she grabbed him and pulled him to her, pressing her lips to his. He seemed shocked at first then relaxed and wrapped his arms around her as he sank back into the couch. She moved with him and slowly brought her arms up to his neck. He stopped for a minute and stared at her face, gently caressing her cheek before kissing her again with such passion and force. The connection between them was so strong, she felt tears pricking her eyes. But something was wrong, she could feel it but couldn't understand it. She pulled away suddenly, leaving Daniel with a confused look on his face.
"What? What is it?" He asked breathlessly.
She turned to him. You. "Nothing, it's nothing...I..I just can't. I'm sorry."
She jumped up from the couch and ran to her room, hiding the tears that were beginning to pour down her face. Daniel stared after her, feeling empty and alone. What just happened? he thought. He put his head in his hands and swallowed hard, as he began to shake. The room began to spin so he laid down on the couch, trying to catch his breath. Come back, he thought to himself. Come back.
