"Dance with me," I stood up and held out my hand. She took my hand and I let us into the living room. There was a lot of space. A few couches and the white piano. I walked to my other TV and played a song surrounding the house with speakers.
The song playing was Photograph by Ed Sheeran. Slowly, I reached for her wrists and slid them to my neck and then took her waist. She gasped when I stepped forward until her body was pressed against mine. We started swaying slowly.
Our feet moved in sync. We looked deep into each other's eyes. How can someone's eyes be so beautiful? Her eyes, blue as the ocean. Her heart, pure as a dove. Her everything, I want it all.
I twirled her around and pulled her back. She laughed as I pulled her back, her head falling back and then slowly coming back to see her eyes. And then we really started moving. I thought she couldn't dance. You're leading, Trevor...
I stopped quickly, grabbed her and lifted her in the air and spun around. She smiled so brightly and laughed so much. After a few more moves on the ground, I lifted her again but this time her legs wrapped around my waist. I dipped her body, still wrapped around me, in a circular motion. She shrieked from the sudden drop and grabbed onto me like a little monkey.
"I'll never let you fall, Amabel. I promise," I whispered. She was enjoying it so much. And so was I. Placing her feet on the ground again, we moved all around the room. Twirling her again, her smile got even bigger. I pulled her back and then cupped her cheeks in my hands, pulling them up to look at me.
She dropped her head again. "Hey," I whispered again and lifted her chin. "You are so beautiful, Amabel."
We still swayed and I knew it was the right moment...
"I love you, Amabel," I said. She looked up at me as her eyes became watery. A small smile reached her lips.
"I love you so much," I said again.
"I love you," she said. I felt something deep in my stomach. What is that? It's a feeling of being nervous and scared. But a good scared. It's combined with happiness and excitement.
"I love you," she said with a chuckle. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I took her body, spinning her in the air. We both laughed... mostly I laughed because she laughed. I hugged her body closer the entire time.
Placing her to her feet again, I kissed her. Taking her one leg, I lifted it to my waist and then took her other leg, wrapping her around me. I kissed her. She kissed me. I held her so close to me and sat her on the nearest counter, which was the piano. I looked at her again and then...
I kissed her lips one more time, before stopping completely. She will tell me when she's ready. I want to make love to her so much.And because I love her, I want her to be ready. And I know that she's not ready. I can feel it.
"I think I'm dreaming," she said. I looked at her and frowned. "You said that you love me. Usually these things only happen in my dreams. I don't know if this is real," she said with a chuckle.
I slided my fingers over her smooth legs. "Do you feel that?" I asked her.
"Mmmhmm," she mumbled.
I slided my fingers over her arms and then moved to the side of her face, down her neck. "Can you feel this?" I asked in a whisper.
"Yes," she whispered back.
I looked into her eyes one more time and then kissed her. "Did you feel that?" I asked her.
"Yes," she said.
"This-" I said and placed her palms on my chest, "this is real. All of it. And even if it wasn't, I would still tell you that I love you. And I'll never stop saying it... Never."
I took her in my arms again and walked us to the couch. There we sat and watched the movie Spy as we waited for the pizza. Damn, Melissa McCarthy is one hell of a funny actress. She is so good. Badass in this movie. And funny as hell.
After a few more minutes, the pizza was delivered. We ate in front of the TV. I stood up and went to the kitchen to get her some of her favorite juice. I came back with two glasses and said, "One glass of mango juice for my love." She chuckled at it and the moment I sat next to her, she gave me a kiss on the cheek. That was fucking adorable.
"Can we cuddle?" she asked with her chin on my shoulder. "Sure. Come here." She laid on her side with her back against the couch and her right leg between mine, resting her head and right arm on my chest. I held her in my arms as I played with her hair. When the movie finished, I saw her asleep on my chest. I didn't want to wake her, so I slowly slid away from her and picked her up, carrying her to my room.
At the top of the stairs, I wondered if I should take her to the guest room. Maybe I should. But I want her near me. Still holding her, I opened the covers and placed her on my bed. Then she was awake. I came back with her favorite shirt and helped her get dressed.
I always want to look at her, but I don't allow myself to. No matter how much I wanted to. I didn't.
When she was dressed, I pulled the covers over her and climbed in behind her. Why is she so far away? I was in the middle of the bed. Then I decided to pull her entire body to mine. Wrapping my arm around her, I knew... this is where I'm home. Before closing my eyes, I whispered in her ear, "I love you."
"I love you too," she whispered back. I gave her neck a kiss and closed my eyes.