It was him, not me

Gunner's eyebrows lift a little as he sees how red Bree's face is. Then seeing her eyes move about, he suddenly realizes just what happened. And he felt stupid. He'd embarrassed her. She was probably upset and just afraid to tell him so. He hadn't meant to.... he hadn't thought... Well, that was the trouble - he hadn't thought at all. Here he was, running around not fully clothed, and hadn't even considered the fact that there was a woman in the house. He was just so comfortable with Bree that he hadn't thought a thing about it.

As his folded shirt slides off onto the couch, his brain tells him to get up, finish dressing and go to work. But he's stopped by Bree's hand. It was amazing how soft a touch she had... how light her fingers were, yet they held the power to keep him there. His pulse speeds up as an odd tingle shoots from every movement of Bree's fingers. He was sure as her hands moved over his chest that she could feel his heart beating rapidly, and his face grows warm.

He feels frozen in place, suddenly everything else forgotten. Work, what time it was, breakfast... all that he saw were Bree's eyes that gradually moved up to meet his. And suddenly, they were not the same eyes he had seen before. No... they were so much deeper... so much clearer, as if he could see the stars right through them.

Blinking, he snaps himself out of the stare, almost choking on the breath he'd been holding. These feelings were completely foreign to him... they were nothing like he'd ever had before, and they confused him. He thought he knew what they meant, but was it true?

Swallowing hard, he reaches up to place his palm over her hand, holding it in place. He could feel his own heart now, racing like mad. He knew now she could feel it too, and wondered if it frightened her as much as it did him.

"That was from a tire iron," he comments softly, his eyes still on hers. "Arresting a guy who hid in an auto shop... week in the hospital for that one."

His pulse still quickened, he feels drawn towards Bree for reasons he couldn't explain. Still holding her hand to his chest, his face moves ever so slightly until he could feel her breath on his skin. His eyes move down to her lips, then back up again and he felt just like he had the other night. But just like the other night, he felt horribly inept. Straightening again, he tries to speak, though his voice seemed to have left him. "I... I have to go to work."