She most of all reminded him of a deer caught in the headlights of a car whenever he got within five feet of her, and he did his best to give her the distance she obviously desired. It concerned him because he really had tried to be discreet about it all, but he'd obviously crossed a line he shouldn't and offended her.
He doubted she'd be back the following Monday, even if she said so now. If there was one thing he'd learned about her, it was that she was impeccably polite when she was uncertain or uncomfortable. And he'd just been a completely insensitive ass and made her uncomfortable, all because she happened to be beautiful and intelligent and everything he really liked in a woman.
He was very careful not to touch her more than absolutely necessary when he helped her on with her coat, and it seemed to work, because her smile was more genuine, more like it had been earlier when she turned around to face him again. "You're more than welcome," he responded in earnest to her thanks and clamped firmly down on the impulse to touch her cheek again.
He hesitated a moment, reluctant to let her go, reluctant to let this night end. But he knew he couldn't force something that just wasn't there, so with a quick decision, he opened the door for her. "Get home safe, Miss Uhura. 'Night..."
And just like that, she stepped out of his apartment, and he tried not to feel like it was emptier without her. He'd have to make it up to her somehow, show her that they could just be friends and nothing more. He didn't look down the hall to see her go, just closed the door and stood for a moment staring out into the candlelit apartment that looked more like a place for lovers than for someone like him. But it was better this way, he reminded himself once more.
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He doubted she'd be back the following Monday, even if she said so now. If there was one thing he'd learned about her, it was that she was impeccably polite when she was uncertain or uncomfortable. And he'd just been a completely insensitive ass and made her uncomfortable, all because she happened to be beautiful and intelligent and everything he really liked in a woman.
He was very careful not to touch her more than absolutely necessary when he helped her on with her coat, and it seemed to work, because her smile was more genuine, more like it had been earlier when she turned around to face him again. "You're more than welcome," he responded in earnest to her thanks and clamped firmly down on the impulse to touch her cheek again.
He hesitated a moment, reluctant to let her go, reluctant to let this night end. But he knew he couldn't force something that just wasn't there, so with a quick decision, he opened the door for her. "Get home safe, Miss Uhura. 'Night..."
And just like that, she stepped out of his apartment, and he tried not to feel like it was emptier without her. He'd have to make it up to her somehow, show her that they could just be friends and nothing more. He didn't look down the hall to see her go, just closed the door and stood for a moment staring out into the candlelit apartment that looked more like a place for lovers than for someone like him. But it was better this way, he reminded himself once more.