Thinking of their past together, their affection almost instantaneous, his desire for her became undeniable, almost palpable.
The pull was overwhelming.
An insanely attractive man, whose beauty was matched only by his brilliance and cunning, had never before needed to woo a woman.
They usually came to him so willingly with nothing more than a glance and a smile.
But this one was different.
Gloriously stunning in her own right, her intellect rivaled his own, and he found himself needing to be near her,
He would use any and every weapon in his arsenal to gain some sort of insight into his chances with her.
It was a wonderful dance at first filled with wit, charm, and a little danger.
And the more the dance continued, the more his desire grew.
He could no longer see her as a friend, his heart would not allow it.
But if there was ever going to be a change in their relationship, someone had to take a leap of faith.
He made arrangements for a special evening, prepared her favorite foods, lit a few candles, and played some nice music.
Everything was all set for her arrival.
She walked into his place and called out as she was often prone to do.
When they were just friends, this action didn't bother him, but realizing how he felt it suddenly caught him off guard.
She saw the beautifully laid out setting and looked at him. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to interrupt your date."
"You didn't," he replied. He took in a deep breath before finishing his thought. "I did this for you."
She smiled. "Why?"
"Isn't it obvious? I wanted to...." He stumbled over his words and took in another deep breath. "I wanted to tell you something."
She walked over to him and gently placed a hand on his chest gently shushing him.
"I know," she said. "I've always known. I guess one of us had to be brave enough to say it out loud."