He took a chance

She knows him well and yet she is getting to know him all over again. She sees him in a different light without really understanding why. Not knowing what changed or how but going with the flow out of curiosity. Wondering how she never really noticed the way he looks at her and longs to touch her. To have a hug suddenly mean more than it previously had. Realizing the significance that the evenings she shared with him have held and now hold. Remembering the look on his face as he asked if she wanted to see what could happen. The feel of his hand on her cheek and the desire that over came her to be held by him. The amazement that he feels realizing that his fantasy is now real. A simple touch and a single kiss. The comfort found in the other's arms. Finding a peace that she didn't realize was missing. The irony in finding something after the search for it has stopped. Finding renewal and strength in an unlikely place, from an unseen bond. He noticed when she began to look at him differently but was unsure what to make of it for fear that it was just in his head. But then she held him a little longer and he could tell that she didn't want to be alone, she did not want him to leave her there. He took a chance, asked a single question, and leaned in to kiss her. Now they stand, hand in hand, waiting to see what story time may tell.