Inspired by a line in a song. Line was, "And you look even more handsome than you did the day I left you"

His armed snaked around her, but neither said a word. Her cheeks lifted in a smile but she hid it in her solo cup as his cup waved around in conversation. He was emphatically gesturing to Jay about some band or other, but she didn't care. He and Jay would enthuse forever if she let them.

But not tonight.

He nodded Jay off, squeezing her shoulder conspiratorially. She flashed him the secret smile she'd been keeping in reserve.

"C'mon," He murmured, pulling her into the dark stairwell. It led out to the balcony and was particularly chilly, given the early February weather.

"Wha—" She didn't have time to finish the question before he pressed her into the wall with the full weight of his body, kissing her. His hands were in her hair, the palms resting on her cheekbones and his fingertips caressing the brunette underneath them.

She forgot her question.

His hips pushed into hers and she moaned softly against his lips.

They breathed into each other for a few minutes, touching tongues and feeling every available inch. Her fingers teased along the top of his jeans.

"It's been too long," She murmured.

"Doesn't matter," He growled, gently biting her lower lip.

A frown flitted across her face. "Well," She whispered, "How do you figure that?"

He sighed, one of his hands moving to the wall next to her head and supporting his weight. "Because. Because we have history and we know each other and that's all that matters,"

"Ugh," She pushed him off her. "Really? You really think that's what it comes down to?"

Frustrated, he ran his hand through his hair. "Yes, I don't see how there's anything more to it than that. You're the same person you've always been. I haven't changed. We're the same!"

"No, don't play stupid - you know we're not,"

"Fine," He snapped, matching her annoyance, "Fine, we're not. If anything, you've gotten even more beautiful."

She stilled, wondering if he meant it, knowing he probably didn't but still not able to stop her heart from pounding.

She let out a long breath. "And you look even more handsome than you did the day I left you,"

He sighed at that and leaned forward, resting his face in her long hair. His hand drifted back towards her, playing with the hem of her shirt.

"So?" He asked.

Where were they supposed to go from here?

"I don't know," She admitted.

They stood in the darkness in silence, listening contemplatively to the muted sounds of the party beyond. Neither moved for fear of breaking the moment. They simply absorbed, waited.

Suddenly, the beeping of his phone broke the silence. She jumped and tried not to imagine who it was. He hastily dug into his pocket, stopping the tone and glancing at the screen.

She forced herself not to look as the flash from the screen shone in her eyes.

Stepping to the side, she muttered, "I should get back,"

His hand came up, ready to grab her arm, but he only said, "Yea,"

As her feet carried her forward, she hoped he'd stop her.

But he didn't, and she didn't stop walking.