carson-thatcher:
She listened to him ask his question and he make sure to stop her from answering with something as simple as enjoying the location. She smiled against his skin and ran her fingers through his short buzzed hair before leaning back til he had to sit up and look at her. “Because, I love you.” She gave him an answer but she wasn’t sure if that was something he’d want to hear. “You don’t have to say it back… or even return that feeling.” She added after a moment. “That’s the truth though.” Would that turn this entire night into an awkward mess or would he just brush it off and they move on like she didn’t say that. She wasn’t a fan of wasting anyones time or wasting her time but if there was something then surely they could let it happen but if there wasn’t then… whatever happens happens. They could both just move on and if they both truly enjoyed the others company with no strings attached she realized she would still come for the holidays.
Was it really that easy? Carson just admitted to it. Just like that. And what was worse- she did so by making eye contact with him. There was no escaping the colour that returned to his face at her honesty, nor all the other feelings that began to surface within himself. Did he return her feelings? Yes. Was he allowed to? ... That was another story.
Smoker grabbed his cigar and leaned both his hands on the counter on either side of her. Looking to the floor he tried to think of what to say or do in this scenario- one which he knew would eventually come up but he had refused so far to prepare for it.
“... With my job I could die any day,” he started by reminding her, but also to remind himself. That was the reality of it, and now with his promotion it was even more risky. “And I probably will. Its not fair to you like this regardless of how I feel.”












