{Tiara}
"Whoah, look at how strong he is."
"Ooh, you have the prettiest eyes."
"You're so handsome."
All I can do is stand there for a moment in pure shock as a little group of girls circle Quincy as soon as we walk into a restaurant.
"Ah, this is every day shit."
Jenny complains, rolling her eyes as we settle down in a booth.
It's actually not every day shit.
I find out a moment later when he clears his throat loudly and ducks his head.
"With all due respect ladies, I have a girlfriend and I'm sure she isn't too happy with you all touching me, please don't do that. Excuse me."
He politely excuses himself, his cheeks a rosy red color.
I bite my lip as he walks up with his hands in his pockets, a boyish look on his face.
"Do you guys think they have the weird little dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets here?"
He asks absentmindedly, sitting down next to Ruby.
Everyone just stares at him.
Not me though.
I busy myself by looking at the menu even though my appetite is gone again.
I haven't even thought about that.
If we were to get together then I'd have to endure that all the time.
Quincy is just too attractive.
Even when he doesn't want to be, he's always the center of attention.
I don't talk all throughout dinner, I just push my food around my plate and think about how great Quincy is as Derek goes into great detail about a time when he was a child.
I don't know that Quincy notices how sad I am until he corners me by the closet that night.
"Lovie."
He puts his hands on his hips.
I sigh, rubbing my tired eyes.
Today was a long day.
It was pretty good up until dinner.
"What do you want, Quin? I'm trying to go take a shower."
I complain, trying to get past him.
He's so big though, it actually takes a lot of effort on my end just to squeeze past him.
A lot of patience too.
He sighs, his back still to me.
"What's wrong, Tiara? Did I do something wrong?"
He whispers, his shoulders sagging.
I frown, running my fingers through my sand filled hair.
Damnit, he's so cute.
My heart beat speeds up.
"No. Don't worry about it, I'm just tired."
I assure him.
He turns slowly.
"I suppose you also don't want me to worry about the fact that you haven't eaten anything all day as well, yes?"
He folds his arms, a frown on his face.
My breath catches as I take in how sexy he looks right now.
His abs are so sexy and noticeable.
A stern look on his face.
Man, he is so attractive.
I honestly think that he's the best man I've met in my life.
The best person in general, really.
"Come sit and talk to me, baby girl. Maybe I can help make you feel better if I know what's wrong."
He soothes.
God, he's so patient.
So soft towards me.
Is it even normal for a person to be 100 percent compatible with another?
It's getting easier and easier to believe it.
A shiver runs down my spine as he settles down on the bed and pat the spot next to him.
"Fine."
I grumble, walking over reluctantly.
His eyes settle on the side of my face as I try to contain my jittery emotions.
I just dont know what to think about right now.
I want him.
I'm scared though.
He's so handsome.
I've never been with an attractive man.
That's going to put a lot of pressure on me, walking around with a man like him.
More people are going to notice me.
But I like him, he's so funny and charming.
When I open my mouth to explain this all to him, I find myself at a complete loss for words.
It's his eyes.
They are so mesmerizing.
So hypnotizing.
Very pretty.
"Listen, I know that what happened at the restaurant put a dent in your perfect day. I'm real sorry, Tiara."
He sighs, feeling around for my hand.
I frown as his big hand closes in around mine.
"Its not your fault that you're so handsome. You don't have to apologize for that."
I tell him.
I mean it.
He just sighs, opening his mouth then quickly closing it.
I bite my lip nervously as I wait for him to say anything.
It takes a while.
"I uh...I really want to be your boyfriend, Tiara. More than anything right now. I'm at a very comfortable spot in my life. Before I met you it felt like I was constantly stuck in a miserable phase."
He whispers.
My heart does that little flipping thing again.
I can't believe it.
"You just make me so happy. And I know that I make you happy just as a friend but I cannot help but feel like I can make you happier. Like I need to. You deserve the best and I...I think about how sad you were when we first started talking. You were lonely and I felt helpless because I couldn't do anything about it. I didn't know I could. God, I feel so stupid now."
He breathes, playing with my fingers.
I'm at a complete loss for words.
"I've never met anyone like you before. You're so patient and kind. Just the best. I know I won't meet anyone else like you, I just know it."
He says quietly, pressing his warm lips against the back of my hand.
I'm still struggling to find the right words to say.
"You're so...You're just the best."
I end up saying.
He smiles slowly, pressing my hand against his cheek.
And I don't know why, but I have a sudden urge to cry.
Because I want him.
Really, at this moment Ive never been so sure in my life about anything.
He moves away too fast for my liking.
I sigh as he lifts his feet up and rolls over on the bed.
"Go ahead and take your shower, lovie."
He says softly.
All I can think about is the tender look in his eyes.
That cute smile of his.
I stand under the sprayer and start to feel ridiculous about not wanting to be with him because a lot of girls are going to want him.
That doesn't matter.
He only acts a certain way around me.
He only smiles like that around me.
We have a very strong connection.
He's...my best friend.
We tell each other everything, I don't know why it's so hard for me to keep things from him.
I can even name the number of times we stayed up talking past midnight.
For some odd reason, I can just never run out of things to say to him like I do with everyone else.
And when I'm all awkward, he simply grabs my hand and gets this cute little look on his face.
Then he teases me.
I rinse the itchy sand out of my hair with so much concentration that I don't realize that I've been in here for over 30 minutes.
When I walk out, Quincy is still laying in bed with his eyes closed.
"Quin?"
I whisper, tiptoeing in just in case he is asleep.
I'm so used to carpet that stepping on tile floor makes a loud noise.
No response.
I roll my eyes, slowly getting into bed.
He groans as I roll on top of him, squeezing his cheeks.
"I'm trying to sleep, sugar."
He cracks an eye open, reluctantly folding his arms around me.
"You can do that later, wake up."
I groan, straddling him.
He sighs loudly.
"Why, I-"
He can't even finish before my lips are on his.
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{Quîncy}
Î wake rîght up.
Who would have thought that one's lîps could be so powerful?
Defînîtely not me.
The shîver that runs down my spîne as she stîcks her tongue în my mouth îs îndescrîbably powerful.
When she pulls away, my cheeks feel lîke they're on fîre. And my lîps are all tîngly.
"What was that for?"
Î rasp, sîttîng up awkwardly.
She doesn't answer, she just wraps her arms around my neck and hugs me close.
"Oh, lovîe."
Î sîgh, rubbîng her back absentmîndedly as Î try to wrap my mînd around what just happened.
Her lîps taste lîke cherry lîp balm.
My toes curl as the tînglîng feeling în my lîps încrease.
Î want to kîss her agaîn and agaîn.
"You deserve to be happîer too."
She whîspers, runnîng her fîngers through my haîr.
"Ît's good that we're on the same page, yes?"
Î ask softly, my eyes flutterîng closed.
"Yeah, Î suppose so. Î don't know how to be a gîrlfriend though. Ît's been a very long tîme."
She pulls away.
Î frown.
"You're perfect just the way you are now, Tîara. Î promîse."
Î assure her, tryîng to contaîn my excîtement.
"Oh my God, Î'm goîng to be the best boyfrîend ever."
Î whîsper , holdîng her tîghtly.
She laughs a lîttle as Î rock her în my arms and thank God Î even met her în the fîrst place.
Thîs has to be a dream.
When Î wake up în the mornîng to a warm palm on my cheek, Î smîle.
"Î had a dream that you agreed to be my gîrlfrîend. Ît was the best dream Î had în months."
Î whîsper, turnîng on my back.
"Quît beîng cute. You know that really happened."
She rasps, her voîce goîng rîght to the center of my heart.
"Quîncy ."
She groans as Î roll rîght over her.
Î grîn happîly.
"Yes, baby?"
She sîghs contently, runnîng her fîngers through my haîr.
"Ît's too early în the mornîng for you to be thîs cute."
She mutters, pattîng my cheek.
"Sînce we're datîng, Î suppose that ît's mandatory that Î tell you that Î plan on touchîng you every second Î get. That încludes me holdîng your hand almost constantly when we're out în publîc. You're so soft, really, just beîng around you calms my nerves. Prepare yourself, Î'm serîous."
Î say quîetly, stretchîng a lîttle before rollîng off of her.
"Oh, that's fîne. Î don't mînd, sweetîs. Here, let me help you to the bathroom."
She offers.
All Î can do îs smîle the whole tîme durîng breakfast.
Of course everyone gets suspîcîous, usually Î am not very chîrpy în the mornîng.
"What's up wîth you, mate?"
Derek asks curîously.
"Derek, my Brîtîsh frîend, Î have very hîgh spîrîts!"
Î fold my arms behînd my back.
Nobody says anythîng.
"We're offîcîal. He's not done beîng dramatîc about ît."
Tîara yawns, slîdîng past me.
Everyone starts talkîng at once.
"Really?"
"Ît's about tîme."
"Aww, look how happy he îs."
Î îgnore them all, my mînd wanderîng.
Î feel lîke a new man.