His intense feelings didn't end with their close contact; instead they evolved, shaping into a distant sort of affection, eyes full of intrigue and adoration every time she spoke. Or didn't speak; every time she took a breath he was entirely focused on it, focused on her presence, on reading her, on absorbing and memorizing her. He had expected it to calm and was almost overwhelmed that it didn't, as the close proximity of her car didn't do him any favors in wanting to lean over and kiss her again and again.
He managed to restrain himself until stop lights at the very least.
Scott would've thought it foolish to fall in love so quickly, but he supposed it made sense now. There was no one more deserving of devotion than Teagan, he already knew, as he hardly felt worth her time to start with. But his stolen kisses and her laughs proved time and time again that she did feel intensely for him, that she had experienced the very same awakening he had. His love wasn't scary anymore; instead he felt quite lucky to know it with her, to have felt so intensely even for that one moment.
After dinner they found themselves in her room, hidden away from the rest of the world, finally sharing the private moment they weren't afforded at the bed and breakfast. It occurred to him that he could've had this a week ago already, that he could have stayed, and he couldn't help but wonder where they'd be now. Yet it was difficult to feel anything be thankful that they were precisely where they were now, his regrets from little over an hour ago already erased.
His eyes scanned her room, taking in everything he could, using every little clue to learn more about her. Books, papers, notebooks all stacked neatly on the desk, her violin case resting in a corner he could guess she always designated for it. Shades of yellow caught his attention, warm but soft, inviting. He could imagine her milling around in here already, brow furrowed in concentration over her desk, angelic face illuminated in her desk light. Sleeping in her soft bed, delicate features peaceful as her eyes fluttered closed, her breath becoming heavier with each second.
He wanted to see her this way. He wanted the memories to apply to it, not just the possibilities. Already he was flopping onto her bed and reaching out for her, signifying that he wanted her in his arms. Of course he was interested in kissing her but now more than ever he wanted to know her, to learn more about the woman he was apparently in love with.
"Tell me your middle name," he said softly, already delving into his multitude of questions.