Re: Gwen & Harry
She didn't realize he'd zoned out, and she took his lack of clarification for agreement. She considered letting him off the hook. It would be the right thing to do, and it would be the logical thing to do. It would also be the best way to retain her pride, but this was just one dance, and just one last night. She wasn't going to see him for years, and maybe she finally understood why girls were so stupid when they were in love. She found she'd willingly discard logic for just long enough to have a dance with him. Feeling his arms around her, even under this pretense, was something she couldn't resist or turn away from. After all, this had been building for nearly a year. She'd known it, but she'd tried to ignore it. Just this once, she wasn't going to ignore it at all. She could medicate the guilt with Froyo and Discovery Science in the morning.
She closed her eyes against that lackadaisical shrug, and against his inattention. She tried to ignore his embarrassment; he was a friend, it couldn't be too uncomfortable for him to engage in one dance with her, right?
"This is the last time you'll need to do this for four years, Harry Osborn," she teased, trying to keep the mood light. "It won't kill you," she assured him. "It'll be a human resource violation after that."
Instead of waiting for him to close the distance between them, she did it for him. Her hands slid along starched white and endless black, until they rested on his shoulders. The song playing was slow and familiar, and she moved closer than she would have normally. She wasn't going to see him in the morning; she told herself that made it okay to force him to be this close to her.