Nicky held his breath. He heard a voice, her voice, but it was surreal at the same time. Forgetting about the tray of food splattered over his carpet, Nicky walked in a trance towards the door. He heard the voice again and swung the door wide open.
The figure turned her head and looked up in surprise. Nicky felt the moment froze as his eyes caught her doe-like eyes. When was the last time they looked directly at each other? Nicky felt his heart twang at the connection he had sorely missed.
"Didn't think you'd come," He said dryly, hiding his rapidly rising emotions.
"Well, I did." The red-head replied plainly.
They stood in an eternity of silence. Nicky wanted to embrace her in a hug, but decided against it. The last time he bore his feelings, Dawn had shut away from him. Nicky didn't want to risk that now when she had willingly appeared at his door. He nodded his head and heavily whispered "I'm glad."
He turned and walked into his room, knowing that Dawn would follow him inside as was their habit. Nicky realized two things immediately: the first was that he didn't have a shirt on, and the second was that the stain on his handmade-Bohemian carpet was quickly expanding.
Instinctively, Nicky lowered his body over the split food, being careful to kneel down to reduce any strain to his injured rib cage. His heart leaped when he saw Dawn doing the same, sitting only a foot away from him. As they picked up the food, Nicky's mind reeled from their close distance. He was overjoyed at her presence but knew that their severed relationship needed mending first.
"Rylie gave this to me." The blonde man spoke the first thing that came to his mind. He was pleasantly surprised when Dawn eased into the topic casually. The awkward tension rapidly faded away as they warmly talked and even teased each other. A bubbly feeling swelled up inside Nicky. He wanted no more than the moments to last.
He chuckled to himself when Dawn got up to grab a washcloth from his restroom. The girl knew where everything was in his apartment, as if she was living there herself. Nicky restrained his thoughts from growing wilder - he knew that reality was far from his glimmer of hope.
Instead, he thanked her for helping out. "I'd try doing it myself," said Nicky, "but this hand is useless for now."
"That's a lame excuse, Nick." Dawn said with a smile, which made Nicky grinned from ear-to-ear.
"You're right; I would have just called McSneed to do it for me."
She must have found that funny, because her red waves bounced off her shoulders as she chuckled, a sight Nicky was delighted to witness. Dawn then bent her head down to scrub the mess, allowing Nicky to gaze over the full length of her fiery curls that enveloped her slender form.
He noticed that she didn't bind her hair: the mess of ringlets were left free and exposed, most probably because she had just gotten out of the shower. He was tempted to bend and took a whiff, but knew the move would be idiotic. Nicky continued staring into the red waves that he had yearned to wake up next to. Was it possible that he had actually memorized each curl of her fiery hair? After all, he knew each slope of her body, each sculpture of her perfectly-carved face. He had imagined different ministrations he would do with her, to her.
As if she had listened to his thoughts, she looked up to his face. Nicky quickly casted his eyes away; he was pretty sure they were swimming in thoughts of lust. Dawn silently got up to return his washcloth to the restroom, an angle which allowed Nicky to see her burning-red cheeks. A crushing wave of happiness and fervor overwhelmed Nicky and ignited a moment of clarity. It became clear to him that she must have liked him too. Her visit was not needed, yet she came. And now her body language was speaking for her. Nicky's glimmer of hope brightened, and he was adamant to make Dawn admit to her feelings.
"So, are you doing okay?" The red-head piped up when she came back. Her eyes shied away from his and she kept her distance.
"Yeah," Nicky lied. He ignored his Rylie-shaped conscience that was nagging about getting more rest. Nicky made sure that his answer was close-ended, in which he was free to confront her.
"So, what now?" He started his move slowly. He had to play it right. Dawn was in a close state to being vulnerable. The girl took a step back as Nicky walked towards her.
"I should go," her voice wavered. Nicky bored his eyes into hers, and he instinctively knew that she was not going to leave. Not on his watch anyway. He murmured something as he took another step towards her. Nicky watched Dawn's eyelids fluttered across his body and an uninhibited wanton surge rose inside of him. He lifted both his arms and caged her against the wall.
" He heard her moan his name, and Nicky almost lost it. His blood raged and his arms prickled with racing goose bumps. His body became sensitive to the cold and the exposure, and Nicky imagined warming it against hers.
'Take it slow.' A voice inside of him screeched, and Nicky knew it was best. He had to make her show she wanted it as much as he did.
Bending towards her right ear, he whispered huskily "I miss us."
Nicky felt pleased with the results. She relaxed her stiffened posture and slightly shifted inwards to him. Nicky took the advantage to inhale her scent. Her hair was like a freshly-picked fruit on a summer's day the kind you want to devour as soon as you take a whiff. Nicky restrained himself.
She muttered something inaudible, but he did not pay attention. She was standing underneath him, and that was all that mattered. Her inflamed hair shook seductively, her rosy skin tugged at his heartstrings and her sand-brown eyes danced in anticipation of his next move. Nicky twirled a snake of red hair with one finger and traced the skin exposed on her right arm. Her eyelids battered at the touch, and Nicky was certain she felt the sensitive jolts that were racing across his skin too.
This is it, this is the moment. Dawn was vulnerable, and he was sure of her feelings. Nicky was about to swoop and capture her pink cushion-like lips, when Dawn suddenly swatted his hands away.
"I said don't" She hissed. She tried to push through the barrier he had held. What was she thinking? Nicky held strong.