My I have this dance?

So I thought I was in.  He was brave enough to come to my home.  I set about preparing something to eat.  I didn't have much, but we didn't need anything special.  I threw together a stew from a little of this and a pinch of that and just a touch of whatever that was...

We sat down and ate.  Neither one of us daring to break the ever vigilant silence that had fallen over the hut.  I wondered how far he would let me go.  How much was he willing to do now that it was "safe" here in my home. Only one way to find out.

After we finished, we sat down in front of the fire.  We watched as the red-orange dancers licked the charring logs.  I slid my paw over to his leg and touched it gently.  Trying to play it off as some kind of accident and that I didn't notice I was touching him.  He just sat there unflinching.  Phase one of my plan was complete.  I smiled on the inside as my bravery grew.  I decided to take a slightly more bold action.

I moved my paw up to his thigh, in a more deliberate action and rested it there.  Still he did not shy away.  Neither did he look at me however.  Trying to play coy, like he didn't know what was going on.  Now I was sure I was going to be able to make my move.  So I tried phase three.

I leaned over and licked his cheek.  This time he did look at me.  At first with shock, then he smiled.  He turned and ran his wet nose across mine.  I gave him a gentile kiss on the nose.  He returned the favor.  The tension was reaching a fever pitch as I ran my paw up his thigh.

Then he stopped me.  He pushed me away.  "I can't do this."  He said, looking away ashamed.  "This isn't right.  I...  I just can't..."  Then he got up and walked out of my hut.  I didn't even get up to follow.  I knew it would do no good for me to even try to protest, so I sat there in silence.

I was shocked and dismayed.  So close, but still so far.  I thought I had ruined everything.  A crystalline tear welled up in my eye then found it's way down my cheek.  What was I to do now?  I just sat there, alone and dejected.  More salty tears found their way out of my eyes.  I just put my face in my paws and let them flow.  The only other sound in the room was the still crackling fire.  The warmth of the flames brought no comfort and it's light no joy.

The sun may as well have been ripped from the sky.  It was all my fault.  I pushed to much, to far, to fast.  I had lost the one whom I had always wanted to spend my life with.  It was stupid really.  If I had only let him go at his pace instead of mine, he would have still been sitting there, watching the fire burn itself out with me.

I cried myself to sleep.  Perhaps tomorrow would bring better tidings...