Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
There’s a little table covered with a tablecloth and a vase of pink roses sitting in the middle. I smile to know he remembers how much I love pink roses. When I realize the tablecloth is purple and sparkly, I can’t help but laugh.
“Really, Dyl? Hey, I meant to ask. Did your mom kick your ass over those roses?”
“Aye, she did. So did Kate for taking her ribbon,” he chuckles. “But it was worth it. I got to kiss the girl and now she’s mine forever.”
I’m smiling so hard now my face hurts. I lift on my toes and turn my face up. Dylan steps into me and meets me for a quick kiss.
Sparks fly between us. I grasp the front of his T-shirt to keep him with me. He grins as he leans back in for another kiss.
Once again, he breaks the connection far too soon for my liking. “Food, I know you haven’t eaten since breakfast. I promise to feast on you later. You need real food in your belly right now.”
I can’t argue with that. Besides, it smells delicious in here. My mouth begins to water as I move to take a seat at the table he has set up.
I snicker when he pulls out Chinese food from my favorite spot around here. He plates our food on real plates he must have brought with him then sits across from me. Once I start to eat, he turns on some music to play softly in the background.
We eat in a comfortable silence for a bit, stealing glances at one another. I’m so happy I could float right from my seat. Three years ago, I never would have dreamed this would be my life.
“Tell me more about this event I needed to find a dress for,” I say to start a conversation once we finish our food.
He shrugs. “It’s nothing much. I need to show my face. I want you on my arm. It might be fun, it might not.”
“That doesn’t sound promising,” I snicker.
“Anywhere we are together is always full of promise,” he says and winks at me.
“Um.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“I don’t know,” I tease as I side-glance him.
He stands up and holds his hand out to me. “Fine. I’ll prove it. Dance with me.”
I tune into what’s playing. I like this song. As Muni Long sings of praying she doesn’t miss the love of her life as “Butterfly Effect” plays, it hits me how this song could apply to our relationship.
I could have missed out on being loved completely, and so deeply, it feels like a dream. I could have been right here in this big city, walking right by opportunity after opportunity to meet the love of my life, and it never happen.
I take his hand and stand, not wanting to miss a single moment of being in his arms. He pulls me into him and places one hand on my hip as he cradles my hand against his chest with his other one.
We begin to sway to the music as he looks into my eyes. I’m so completely in love with Dylan. I don’t know what I would do without him. Again, I realize how much I truly love my life.
“I love my life too. I love having you with me and I love every moment I get to spend with you,” he says as if he can read my mind.
I place my head against his chest and continue to sway with him. Burying his hand in my hair with one hand, he begins to rub my back with the other. I breathe him in and comfort washes over me.
“I don’t ever want this to end. I want you to know how much I love you and that I would never do anything to hurt you or lose you. Everything I do is to protect you and keep you safe,” he murmurs, causing me to look up at him.
“There is nothing you could do that would make me leave you,” I say, surprising myself with how much I mean the words.
“There’s always something. That one last straw.”
“You buy the toothpaste. If you want to waste it by forgetting to place the cap back on, that’s on you. It’s not enough for me to stay pissed past grumbling at you every morning and night.”
I shrug as I laugh. “I’m not leaving, Dyl. I love you too much to live this life without you. I know what it’s like not to have you in my life and I don’t want to go back. I’m staying. You’re stuck with me.”
“Promise?”
“Cross my he—”
He crushes his lips to mine before I can finish my words and kisses me breathless. When he breaks the kiss, I’m a little confused. I get the feeling there are words not being said.
However, I don’t want this moment to end. I want to stay safely in the bubble he’s created for us. I want to be here with him, happy.