Stealing Kisses

Chapter 5

Faith POV: 

What happened on stage with Tim has been haunting me for the last week. It's as if we slept together... Dan hasn't said anything about it, but part of me feels like he knows something happened. I pull the video of our performance up on my laptop, watching it for the fifth time this week. Honestly, to the outside eye, it doesn't seem like anything that dramatic happens. I don't know why, but I feel like something monumental took place between us. I gently close my laptop, before someone busts in the room. He takes a step inside, before spotting me and freezing. 

"I am so sorry... I didn't know anyone was in here." Tim says, starting to walk out. I sit still,  stunned that he's decided to appear right as I was thinking about him.  He stops in the doorway, before turning around. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something..." He confesses, leaning against the doorjam. 

"Alright." I allow, causing him to shut the door behind him and sit down on the couch across from me. Something seems to be on his mind. 

"I had a dream..." He starts, before clearing his throat. "I had a dream that you and I were... uhm..." He stares down at the table while rubbing the back of his neck. "...well... normal." He spits out, shrugging a bit. I narrow my eyes at him. 

"I'm not sure I understand..." I release, as he sighs. 

"We lived in a small house out in Brentwood with a white picket fence and a little yellow dog. We had two kids, a boy and a girl, and I worked at an accounting company while you taught grade school. We were normal..." He explains, while I stare his way. He looks down once more, his mind seeming to run faster than his lips, which seems to frustrate him. He takes a deep breath, before glancing up at me.

"Okay?" I reply, before he slides up in his seat, moving closer to the edge. 

"Tell me honestly, did you feel something on stage at the awards?" He asks, making my stomach drop. I feel my fingertips go numb, which is strange. I've never felt that before... I glance down at my hands, staring at them for a second. "Faith..." Tim calls, trying to capture my attention once more. 

"I don't know..." I let out, feeling confused with everything that's floating through my mind.

"I couldn't catch my breath..." He admits, as I feel my chest grow tight. "I couldn't breathe on stage with you... It wasn't like I was freaking out either... I was calm, but it just... took my breath away." He stumbles around his words, before finally deciding what accurately describes what he's thinking. "Faith, I can't... I haven't been able to really think straight since then, because it just kind of snuck up on me. I don't know what happened, but something... I don't know... clicked, I guess." He says, before rubbing his forehead.

"Tim, I'm married." I spit out, as he looks at me and shrugs, like that doesn't mean anything. "If something did happen on stage, then it needs to stay there. I'm not even going to entertain the possibility of there being romantic feelings anywhere in this relationship." I assert, as he slowly nods. He clasps his hands together, resting his elbows down on his knees.

"I've never thought of giving up my career... I've thought about settling down and having kids, but I would never give this up... Now, after seeing that... I'm not sure." He confesses, looking toward me for answers. "I don't know. I guess I just thought that you would for some reason have the answers I was looking for... even though I'm not entirely sure what I'm asking." He says, before clearing his throat, seeming to be just as confused as I am. He stands up and starts toward the door, pausing for a moment. "I'm sorry... I'm just a little cluster-brained right now." He excuses, while I spare him a smile. He leaves the room, permitting me to write in peace once more.