The thinly veiled anger was quickly turning into a want unlike any other
He could taste her from across the room
Knew exactly how her favorite spot behind her ear would smell
Berries and leather

He tried to turn away but found he could not
Fascinated
He could only look on as she navigated the thirsty throngs
They seemed to sense her sweetness

He felt his foot take a step forward
On its own, with no direction from his head
At least not from the one he needed to use
This was not going to lead anywhere good

But she was getting closer in his sights
Which meant he was still moving
And he could now hear her throaty laugh
As it rippled right up his spine

He may have pushed someone out of the way
As he could not pretend to focus anywhere else
He was a predator
But she was already holding him captive

His heart bounced down to his stomach and back again
As she slowly turned and looked his way
With what kind of look?
He rummaged through his rolodex of her emotions

Was she hopeful and happy to see him
He tried to breathe and feel hope simultaneously
His anger at seeing her without him was dropping away
Like layers of clothes being shed at warp speed

He was completely led by something besides logic
Beyond hurt or history
Taking his final steps to meet her
She smiled and took his hand