She is only, but an arm reach away from me. I have the absolute burning desire to pull every inch of her body into mine. I need her closer to me than we have ever been before.
But I am frightened.
The thought of losing her feels like hot knives piercing me, stealing my breath.
So I move but only an inch closer. I watch as she wants to move away, but yet she stays. Maybe this is the sign that I am waiting for.
"Princess, please, can we go talk? Please, if only for a second, can you please just listen to me?"
Watching her hesitate kills me, but I can see it in her eyes. I know my princess eyes; I know that somehow I have reached her.
"You have five minutes, Christian."
I softly lace my fingers in her hand and lead her to one of the farside dancing booths. I know that she will not go with me to the office; this is the closest that I am going to get to her.