Get dressed, meet me outside your place at 1700hrs
Two
The moment I saw the message my mood instantly grew wings, it felt lighter. It moved my mind away from the witch thoughts that had been haunting my mind.
And right now the view I'm looking at has just made it better. It's mesmerizing. The city lights are twinkling in a distance, making it feel as if the city is another world. The scenery around us is breathtaking, our current altitude adds a breeze which is very refreshing. A world I wouldn't want to step out of.
"Shall we eat now?" Reign's voice snaps me out of my admiration trance. I flatter my eyes to his and really take him in. He's gorgeous, not in a Greek god kind of way but in his own unique one. He clears his throat when he catches me staring for so long. Heat rise to my cheeks and and I look away blushing.
"I had asked if you are ready to eat." He says, holding back a smile. "Umm, yuhh. Why wait." I try to get back at him.
A waitress dressed like a eunuch walks up to us. The way they are dressed adds a feel of royalty to the place. She lays down a tray of prawn spring rolls, stir-fried vegetables and mutters quietly, "Your appetizer, the main dish will follow shortly," and walks away.
We go through our appetizer over light conversation. We certainly don't fit into the royals' society because of all this laughing we're doing over food.
Fifteen minutes into the appetizer, the waiter reappears, this time carrying a bigger tray. She sets before us an ashet containing a rack of lamb, three smaller bowls with mustard shallot sauce and two more I can't recognize.
Another one follows right behind her and sets two dinner plates with mashed potatoes neatly molded in the center of the plate.
The last one comes with a bottle of Pinot noir, pours some into our glasses, sets the bottle on the table and quietly receeds.
Ree cuts his lamb rack into bite size pieces, pulls mine towards himself and replaced it with his. I blush at the gesture but fight as much as I can not to let it show.
I lift my stemmed wine glass to my lips and take a sip. The wine melts on my tongue with it's bitter dry silkiness. I'm sure my eyes are sparkling from enjoyment. I drag in another sip before setting the glass down and digging into the feast before me. I try to act like a royal, table manners and all, but I can't control the moan that escapes my lips when I take a bite of the lamb.
Ree clears his throat at the sound. It takes me a while to figure out where his train of thoughts had taken him for a ride. I blush and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear before smiling and focusing on my meal.
By the time dessert makes an entrance I'm thinking, 'where am I going to find room for it' I'm already stuffed. When the waiter lays the tray down, I realize I still have room. The lime green color is captivating –I think I have a thing for any shade of green now– the aroma of coconut yogurt is so tantalizing, my mouth is watering.
As soon as the amuse bouche glass of key lime parfait is laid before me, I grab my dessert spoon and dig in. The bright, vibrant, tartar and sweet taste melting deliciously on my tongue.
The breeze picks a bit of a chill, surprising everyone. I had left my jacket, having brushed it off telling myself that it's going to be a cool night. Goose bumps carpet my bare arms and I fight the shiver that's about to break through. I suddenly feel warm, strong arms around my shoulders.
I look up and find those alluring emerald green eyes staring down at me. My tummy butterflies go on a wild fly, flattering their wings on my walls. I gulp down, whatever was blocking my air and his eyes lower down, following the movement of my throat. What I'm expecting and completely looking forward to doesn't come, instead of lowering down he places his jacket on my shoulders and walks away.
Dread washes over me and tears sting my eyelids, threatening to break out. He always does that, treating me like I'm not his type or something. I watch him walk up to the center of the roof, where a guitar case was lying besides a mic. I hadn't noticed it before. The dress is replaced by curiosity.
He picks up his guitar, strums the strings and looks my way, I can't decipher the look enveloping his features. Half a century pairs of eyes land on him.
You know I'd fall apart without you
I don't know how you do what you do
Cause everything that doesn't make sense about me
Makes sense when I'm with you
He sang, looking straight at me. 'It's wanted' by Hunter Hayes. It's swoon worthy. The way he is singing it melts my heart.
...Cause I wanna wrap you up
Wanna kiss your lips....
I almost scream 'you do?' but I restrain myself though the need to ask is very strong.
..... I wanna make you feel wanted
And I wanna call you mine
Wanna hold your hand forever
And never let you forget it
Yeah I wanna make you feel wanted...
By the time he's done, I'm all teary and mushy.
The roof busts into applause when he sets his guitar down and walks over to me. He pulls his chair out and before he is all the way sitted he asks, "How did you like it." I roll my eyes at his impatience before replying, "I loved it. Thank you for putting up a live concert for me." I continue, flattering my lashes it him.
He clears his throat and a seriousness settles into his eyes. He takes my hand in his and says, "I've been wanting to say this for the longest time–" He looks up and stares into my eyes, my heart skips a bit. "– but I couldn't find the courage to say it." 'coward, I've been waiting for you, just so I could say yes.' I almost tease but I just smile instead encouraging him to continue.
"I meant every word I sang back there." He says pointing at his stage without tearing his gaze away from me. "I know it was cheesy, but can you please say yes." He says, smiling sheepishly. I look at straight into his eyes and a voice rings in my head "we are witches!!"
I look away, and a chill breaks through my body. Memories of being in his bed without intending to, I don't want to rope him into this whole thing, I don't understand. 'what if it gets worse.' I take a deep breath and a refreshing thought breaks through.
'Ocean you haven't done anything entirely for yourself before.'
I look up at the fine specimen in front of me. This is the one thing I'm going to do for myself without thinking about tomorrow.
"Yes." I smile and the look on his face is one I don't ever want to forget. Pure happiness reflects in his green eyes as he reveals his pearly white teeth in gorgeous smile. "Thank you." He says. "I don't know much about the whole dating thing but we will work through it together."
I smile in agreement, I was going to say that to him at some point but I'm glad he said it first.
We lazily go through the rest of the night on light conversation and Mascato d'Asti.
We leave the Royals at almost midnight and drive the whole way home. I must have fallen asleep because I'm surprised at how quickly we got home. "We're here." He says, smiling at me. I feel bad for dozing off when he had to stay awake all by himself to safely get me home. "I'm sorry, I slept and left you to stay awake alone." I say, apologetically.
He caresses my cheek and tenderly looks deep into my eyes, a depth no one has reached before. "It's ok." He murmurs and pulls me in for a hug. "You must be tired, go in and get some rest." He says when he releases me. "Yuhh, long night." I reply, disappointed that he isn't coming in again.
I drag myself in and toss myself on the bed. I wonder how this relationship is going to be like. He didn't even kiss me to put a stamp on our relationship. Maybe I'm just overthinking, I tell myself and decide to leave everything to the future.
Is it going to be a blissful journey, in a field of turnips or a beautiful one with thorns here and there in a field of roses.
I doze off weighing this out and dream about us sitting on a bench, in a red rose field, Ree playing his guitar.