I Wish...continued! (Updated 5-13)

[mellie]

I will patiently wait for the chapters that you've written to be posted(typed). Anyway, Marlise should just tell him how she feels, and say that it's okay if he doesn't feel that yet.

[Mars]

Soon enough it was the next morning. All five of us were packed into the car and Apolo was giving the girls the most enthusiastic pep talk I’d ever heard.
“..So, are you all ready to have a blast?”
“Yeah!” said Angel and Eve together.
“Sure, whatever,” Tess said. Her tone was typically noncommittal, but when I looked in the rearview mirror she was actually smiling. Then again, so was everyone else. For a few short minutes there was silence. It didn’t seem strange to me at first, until I looked in the mirror again and saw three sisters and one boyfriend staring intently at me.
“What about you, Marlise?” He didn’t look remotely upset. Amused, definitely, but not upset.
“Psyched beyond all reason, as usual.” If his decision to take my hand was any clue, this was the right answer. As usual, one little gesture said a lot. It was trusting, reassuring, and genuinely psyched all at once. He was right, I decided. Even if something did go wrong, it didn’t matter one tiny, microscopic little bit.

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In no time at all the girls were gliding, practically effortlessly. Me? Well..I was trying my hardest not to fall. Even with clasping his hand for added support, it wasn’t easy.
“Pretend we’re rollerblading, alright? Don’t even worry about falling. You know I’ll catch you.”
“Gotcha.” I took a deep breath, trying not to think about how terrified I was, and somehow managed a shaky glide.
“Not bad. Try it again.”
“Are you serious?”
“Completely. You’ll never get it right if you don’t keep practicing.” His tone and expression were serious, but there was an unmistakably amused glint in his eyes. “C’mon, Marlise. Give it another shot.”
If he wanted me to, fine, I decided, expecting maybe a few more attempts. We were still working on it hours later. By this point the girls had abandoned their skates in order to play games in the arcade, so we were left alone for a while. I thought it was the perfect opportunity, but before I even had a chance to open my mouth he opened his. d**n.
“Mind if I show off for a while?”
“Not at all. Go ahead.”
“Catch me if you can, then.” With that he took off. I couldn’t help watching every move he made in total mesmerization. Speed, focus, control…Wow. To put it mildly, it was awesome. At one point our eyes met and for a split second his poker face became a smile. Later on, after skates were replaced with shoes, I was still considerably mesmerized..until his voice caught my attention.
“Later on, we need to talk.” He reached over, took my hair from its ponytail, and smoothed it over with his fingers.
“Okay…is something wrong?”
“No. Not at all. Don’t worry about it, alright?” The fingers moved to my cheek, and predictably my heart started pounding. I had exactly enough time to murmur a quick ‘Gotcha’ before feeling his mouth brush against mine for a few seconds. Long enough to rule out any possibility of a break-up, that was for sure.
I wasn’t worried, but I couldn’t help wondering what on Earth he wanted to talk about…

[Mars]

Soon enough it was the next morning. All five of us were packed into the car and Apolo was giving the girls the most enthusiastic pep talk I’d ever heard.
“..So, are you all ready to have a blast?”
“Yeah!” said Angel and Eve together.
“Sure, whatever,” Tess said. Her tone was typically noncommittal, but when I looked in the rearview mirror she was actually smiling. Then again, so was everyone else. For a few short minutes there was silence. It didn’t seem strange to me at first, until I looked in the mirror again and saw three sisters and one boyfriend staring intently at me.
“What about you, Marlise?” He didn’t look remotely upset. Amused, definitely, but not upset.
“Psyched beyond all reason, as usual.” If his decision to take my hand was any clue, this was the right answer. As usual, one little gesture said a lot. It was trusting, reassuring, and genuinely psyched all at once. He was right, I decided. Even if something did go wrong, it didn’t matter one tiny, microscopic little bit.

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In no time at all the girls were gliding, practically effortlessly. Me? Well..I was trying my hardest not to fall. Even with clasping his hand for added support, it wasn’t easy.
“Pretend we’re rollerblading, alright? Don’t even worry about falling. You know I’ll catch you.”
“Gotcha.” I took a deep breath, trying not to think about how terrified I was, and somehow managed a shaky glide.
“Not bad. Try it again.”
“Are you serious?”
“Completely. You’ll never get it right if you don’t keep practicing.” His tone and expression were serious, but there was an unmistakably amused glint in his eyes. “C’mon, Marlise. Give it another shot.”
If he wanted me to, fine, I decided, expecting maybe a few more attempts. We were still working on it hours later. By this point the girls had abandoned their skates in order to play games in the arcade, so we were left alone for a while. I thought it was the perfect opportunity, but before I even had a chance to open my mouth he opened his. d**n.
“Mind if I show off for a while?”
“Not at all. Go ahead.”
“Catch me if you can, then.” With that he took off. I couldn’t help watching every move he made in total mesmerization. Speed, focus, control…Wow. To put it mildly, it was awesome. At one point our eyes met and for a split second his poker face became a smile. Later on, after skates were replaced with shoes, I was still considerably mesmerized..until his voice caught my attention.
“Later on, we need to talk.” He reached over, took my hair from its ponytail, and smoothed it over with his fingers.
“Okay…is something wrong?”
“No. Not at all. Don’t worry about it, alright?” The fingers moved to my cheek, and predictably my heart started pounding. I had exactly enough time to murmur a quick ‘Gotcha’ before feeling his mouth brush against mine for a few seconds. Long enough to rule out any possibility of a break-up, that was for sure.
I wasn’t worried, but I couldn’t help wondering what on Earth he wanted to talk about…
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That night was pretty average. Supper with the family, conversation, and movies were all part of the tradition. Getting to relax in his arms, on the other hand, was an added bonus. Falling asleep would’ve been too easy, but I kept remembering that he wanted to talk. I was wide awake, regardless of how late it was.
When everyone else retired for the night, part of me was elated and part of me was just plain jittery. Ah, inevitability.
“So, uhm, you said you wanted to talk?”
“Yeah. Something’s been on my mind for a while. It really needs to be addressed, y’know?” There it was again, that elusive, rarely seen almost-distracted gaze. I could only nod in response as he took my hand. This time, instead of the usual squeeze, he brushed his thumb against my palm. “…It’s been a while since I’ve been in a serious relationship, believe it or not.” A pause. He smiled softly and ran his fingers through his hair. “We’re not serious, not yet, but I can’t shake the feeling that we could be…maybe even should be. Listen, Marlise..” Another intense pause. Our free hands met and he took a careful, controlled breath before continuing. “That night at the party made me realized something I should’ve realized a lot sooner. I don’t just care about you. I love you.”
…Okay. I definitely wasn’t expecting that. I was shaky and temporarily speechless, except for the strangled sound that was supposed to be some unknown word. “Whoa,” or maybe even “Wow.” I’m not really sure about anything, except for the fact that he was looking at me with obvious concern.
“Marlise? You okay?”
“Y..yeah.” Oh double-crap, how long had it been since he’d made me stutter like that? “I guess I’m just a little shocked.” Not to mention the fact that I’d wanted to tell him the same thing for freaking DAYS.
“That’s fine. C’mere.” I obeyed, feeling his arms curl around me as I rested my head on his shoulder. Trying not to cry, refusing to let that happen. “I know you’re scared. It’s totally understandable, and I respect you for it. If you want to take it slow, that’s perfectly fine with me.”
“..okay…” This was said in a voice that I barely recognized as my own. “..I’m tired, but I don’t wanna move. I guess you really relax me.” I heard him laugh softly at this.
“That’s fine, too. It just proves that we trust each other.”
“Yeah, I guess it does.” I yawned, letting my eyes drift close. I was so relaxed that I barely even noticed when he took off my glasses and set them gently on a nearby table. A few moments passed. “Apolo?”
“Hm?”
“….You, too.”
No verbal response, and for a second I wondered if I was being too cryptic. Immediately, though, I felt his arms shift into a warm hug. He didn’t say a word, but I knew he was smiling.
Now this was definitely something I could get used to….

[Mars]

-
The next day was bittersweet. I knew he had to leave that afternoon, but that didn’t mean I had to like it.
He went to pack, and I was left with a few minutes to think. The problem was that my thoughts kept running back to last night, to him. I stopped trying to think and started drawing for a while.
“Back in the zone, huh?”
I’d be lying if I said his voice didn’t make me jump a little. I relaxed, though, when he sat beside me.
“Yep. First time all week. I guess you inspire me.” Oops. That sounded awkward, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Glad I could help. Mind if I take a look?” He flashed me a smile that I couldn’t resist returning, and I handed him the book. All I could do was stretch my fingers and try to wait patiently.
Moments later, he hadn’t said a word. I was a little worried, at least until I heard the unmistakable sound of pencil against paper.
“What are you up to?”
“You’ll see. I’m almost done.”
Okay. I could deal with that. I didn’t have much of a choice, so I just went back to waiting. The book was back in my hand within minutes. I saw a doodle of an alien in a spaceship, complete with big smile and peace sign, and couldn’t help smiling and giving him a side-hug.
“I had the feeling that would make you smile.”
“Definitely. Thanks, Apolo.”
“Hey, no problem.” Suddenly the side-hug became a full-fledged embrace. For a few sweet moments I didn’t care about anything else. “This is great, but I have to go soon.”
“Yeah, I know.” I signed and made myself sit up. “Y’know what? I’ll drive you to the airport if you want. I mean, so you don’t have to call a cab or anything.” Pff. Yeah, right. More like so we could buy some time before the imminent, dreaded departure. So what if the excuse was paper-thin?
“Good idea.” A hand squeeze. I agreed, but I couldn’t help wondering what I’d gotten myself into with that simple little suggestion…
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The best part about small-town airports has GOT to be the absence of crowds. Practically no one was there, except for a few workers and travelers. I didn’t want to cry, but by the time we got to the gate I knew I was going to.
“So, I ah, guess this is goodbye for now.”
“Yeah. At least it’s not for very long.” His fingers traced over my cheek. “Before I leave, though, I wanted to give you something to help you get through this.”
“Okay..” He leaned in, kissed me, and my mind went blank. If I needed any proof that he meant what he said the night before, this was it. Holy-freaking-CRAP!
By the time this sweet, magnificent kiss ended my head was still spinning, and a few tears were finally allowed to flow. When I looked into his eyes I was totally floored to see that they were glistening.
“Bye, Marlise. See you in Seattle.”
“Gotcha.” Not surprisingly, my voice was barely even a whisper. “Bye, Apolo.”
He kissed my cheek, then in the space of a heartbeat his stance changed. The sunglasses were back on and even as he waved goodbye (by now a token gesture) there was a noticeable air of practiced confidence. I waved back, of course, but the moment his back was turned I mouthed the words I wished, profusely, that I could say to his face.
God, I thought, I am such a chickensh*t…

[mellie]

Okay why didn't she just say I love you when he said it...arrrggh!!! Great chapters, and more please.

[Mars]

I was avoiding it, putting it off for as long as possible like I usually did. I knew this time it wasn’t helping or solving anything. In fact, it never did, really.
The next morning I made sure I had everything packed and ready to go, then went to visit Mom at work. It was relatively early, which meant the bar was nowhere near busy yet.
Thank God for not-so-small favors..
Some things never changed. There I was, going to my sister for advice, just like I always used to in high school and college. I told her everything and even though it took a while, she listened intently.
“Keep in mind I’ve only seen you together for three days,” Mom began. I braced myself, not knowing what to expect. “In those three days I’ve seen a big change in you. You’re smiling a lot more than you used to.” There was a pause as Mom refilled a customer’s drink. “If you love him, tell him. I don’t mean say ‘um, you too,’ after he says it, either.”
I thought about that. As usual, Mom was right. I knew that instinctively.
“It doesn’t matter how you say it as long as you’re being honest. If it feels like
the right moment, go for it.
“I definitely will. Thanks, Mom.”
The discussion continued throughout the day and opening up felt downright amazing. Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay forever, or else I would’ve missed my plane. Plus I wouldn’t have been able to do the whole ‘emotional confession’ as planned, and it wouldn’t have worked over a long-distance phone call. No freaking way.
Saying goodbye to my family again was just about as emotional. I hugged Mom last, and she whispered ‘Good Luck’ as she hugged back. I was pretty calm after that…at least for the moment.
I still had a long plane trip to think, and I knew that in a few hours I would have a plan and a whole new batch of determination ready and rarin’ to go.
…
When the plane landed it was overcast with a few sprinkles. I barely noticed, just got in my car and drove. This absolutely HAD to be done and I wasn’t going to let a little rain stop me.
By the time I got to his house it was pouring. I took a deep breath and checked my mirror, attempted to straighten out my hair, then marched straight to his door. After another deep breath I rang the doorbell. What seemed like a million years later, he opened the door.
Suddenly my decidedly sloppy hair didn’t matter much. He looked relaxed, rested, and beautifully scruffy all at once. On top of that, he looked genuinely pleased to see me.
“Hey. Welcome back.”
“Thanks. There’s something I want to tell you. I think I’ve put it off for long enough.” At that point I realized that I was fidgeting with my hair, so I forced myself to stop and face him.
“Alright. What is it, Marlise?”
I took another deep breath and just went for it. As usual, my old no-harm, no-foul mentality was in place.
“I wanted to tell you the other night, but I really was scared.” A sigh, then I had another burst of impulse and hugged him. “Apolo, I..I love you.”
He didn’t say a word. Instead he smiled, shifted his hand to my cheek, then kissed me. Actions really did speak louder than words. The moment his lips touched mine I closed my eyes, and realized that nothing else mattered…
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more soon! haven't said this in a while, but..fingers crossed!

[mellie]

She finally told him!!!!! I will wait patiently for the next chapter.

[Mars]

(Aaand here we go, this is the tie up between the posts. Sorry for the confusion!)
As usual, time seemed to make me feel closer to him, even if only a few weeks had passed.
Romantic dates and sweet kisses were nice, but there was still a lot to think (and talk) about. Did that kiss mean he wanted to be serious? …Or was it just a kiss?
You won’t know unless you ask him, I thought. It seemed reasonable enough, so the next time I saw him I decided to bring it up.
It was a typical Saturday. Our plan was to drive out of town and stargaze, but it was overcast. Not good stargazing weather at all, so we improvised. Watching movies, sipping soda, and munching on takeout sounded like a good idea, plus there was no chance of interruption unless the DVD player exploded.
So that was how I came to be curled beside him on his couch, staring halfheartedly at the screen and sighing occasionally. It didn’t take long for him to notice. A few seconds, tops.
“What’s on your mind?”
“A lot. My thoughts are kind of, like, jumbled around crazily lately. Especially when you’re around.” I sighed again, then bit my lip before continuing. “Does that mean we’re serious now?”
“..I don’t know.” When he looked at me I saw an intensely serious, thoughtful expression. “I like to think that we are, but I’m not positive yet. Hold on.” Suddenly, without much real forewarning, he kissed me.
Electric? Butterflies? Hell, yes. He shifted his hand down to my shoulder, and let a single finger trace over the chain.
“Do I still give you butterflies?”
“Yeah. That’s good, isn’t it?”
“It’s more than good. It’s beautiful, and it definitely means we’re serious.” He smiled, and I settled back into his arms. That sweet, blissful silence could’ve lasted a while and I would have been perfectly happy.
“It’s getting late.”
“Yeah..I know.” Of course, knowing and caring weren’t even remotely related in this case.
“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, but I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
Five months ago I would’ve went with the ‘safe’ option, settled for a kiss, and just went home. Now, though...
I debated it slowly, silently, and for as long as I could without feeling like I was ignoring him. Then I realized something: What was the worst that could possibly happen?
“We’re definitely serious now, right?”
“Right.”
“In that case..I’m not going anywhere.”
I had made a lot of stupid decisions in my life, just like everyone else. Somehow I knew that this wasn’t one of them.
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I woke up in a genuinely good mood…only to discover that it was raining. Oh well. A little rain wasn’t enough to ruin my mood. If anything, I felt even better. Calm, relaxed. Ready to face the day, in other words.
Moments later I was dressed for the day, more or less awake, and still giddy. Something smelled delicious, and more importantly, edible. That was when I realized my stomach was growling pretty ferociously, so I made my way to the kitchen. What I saw when I got there, though, made me smile.
His jeans were baggy, his shirt was loose, freshly washed hair was tied into a ponytail, and there was an absolutely freaking beautiful smile on his face. He was cooking, and for a minute or two I wondered if he realized I was there. Then he turned to look at me and that little smile transformed into a grin.
“Morning, Sleeping Beauty. I almost thought you were going to sleep all day.”
“Who, me? No way.” I poured a glass of juice, took a sip, then leaned on the counter to watch him work. “…I had no idea you liked cooking.” At first he just nodded, flipped the omelettes onto plates, and handed me one.
“I guess you could call it a hobby that only a few people know about.” A pause to chew, swallow, and shrug. “So, what do you think, Marlise?”
“Well…For one, you’re still full of surprises. Two, for a hobby, this is pretty freaking tasty.” Not that I was a cooking expert in any sense of the word. Not that it mattered, looking at the sparkle in his eye and the newly-softened smile. That smile..whoa. Talk about heart-melting and knee-weakening.
“Thanks. I know you’re not just saying that.” He squeezed my shoulder gently. No, lovingly. “What do you want to do today?”
I thought about it, then leaned closer and grinned.
“Well…I do have a few ideas..”
“Like what?” The sparkle intensified even as he raised his eyebrow. I was on the verge of either cracking up or just giggling, but by some miracle was able to restrain it.
“I was thinking maybe we could, like, chill out here. Spend the day away from ‘it all,’ I guess.” At first he looked at me like he was trying to sort out whether or not I was serious. Then he laughed.
“I love the way you think.”
“Really? I didn’t think you’d..I mean, don’t you usually prefer being more active?”
“Usually, yes. Not today, though. Chilling out and relaxing with you sounds perfect.” Another shoulder squeeze. “Besides…I wanted to give you a tour. There’s more to my house than meets the eye.”
“Huh. Sounds familiar. Which reminds me,” I quirked my head at him. “I want to draw you again. Not, like, right this minute, but maybe some day where neither of us have anything planned?”
“Y’know I don’t have a problem with that, Marlise. None at all.” For the first time that morning he kissed me, a knee-weakening soft touch against my cheekbone. “For now, though, c’mon. I want to show you around.”
“Gotcha, Apolo. Lead the way.”
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[mellie]

Did I miss something??? Did she spend the night at his house?! Interesting and will wait for more.

[Mars]

(Shoot, I was gonna address that in a note. talk about a blonde moment..yikes!
The last chapter was a while after the previous. Working on a new opener for that one over the weekend, so it actually (*hopefully*) makes sense. that should be edited on tuesday.
for now, here's what i have so far.)
Before we took a single step, impulse took over. I reached over and pulled the elastic from his hair.
“There. That’s much better.”
“Thanks.” He flashed a very cute, very amused smile, and started walking. At first, the tour seemed average enough. Gym set up in the basement, modern yet still ridiculously comfy furniture, and so on. A smaller room was reserved exclusively for medals, trophies, and awards in general. It was…shiny. Awe-inspiring, too.
“Wow…Is this your favorite room?”
“Nah. Not really.” He shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m proud of my accomplishments, but there’s more to life than just living in the past, y’know?”
“Yeah. I get what you mean.” Before I said anything else I squeezed his hand. “Okay. Question.”
“Shoot.”
“If this isn’t your favorite room, what is?” The cute smile morphed into a wicked grin. I tried to resist laughing, but couldn’t. “You better not say ‘bedroom,’ either!”
“Okay, okay. I won’t. C’mon, I’ll show you.” He led, and I followed. I was more than a little curious, especially considering what he had said earlier. More than what meets the eye? What could that possibly mean…?

[mellie]

Short but sweet. Yeah, the chapter before I was like did I miss something or what?! I thought I was having an airhead moment! Patiently waiting for the next chapter.

[Mars]

I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Soon he was striding towards a door at the very end of the hallway, past a closet, spare bedroom, and bathroom. I followed him through the doorway…and immediately gasped. The furniture was minimal, except for an exercise mat in the corner. An entire wall was made up of windows, revealing lush trees and, in the distance, a glimpse of choppy sea.
“Pretty sweet, huh? I usually go here when I need a break and don’t have time to sneak off to Iron Springs. The whole room used to be a patio, but I like it better this way.”
“Me too. It feels like there’s a really relaxed vibe in here. Calming. Soothing. Something like that.” Did he think that what I said made any sense at all? God, I hoped so.
“Exactly.” He opened the nearest window, sat down on the mat, and gestured for me to do the same. “You said you wanted to relax, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“C’mere. I want to show you something.” As usual his enthusiasm caught on quickly. I sat cross-legged beside him, then he took my hand. “Close your eyes.”
“Okayy…now what?”
“Don’t talk. Don’t even think. Just…breathe.” I did what I was told, taking in the scent of light rain and evergreen. Man, no wonder he had open the window. More importantly, no wonder he liked this room so much.
(I figured this was a nice place to break for now. Time permitting, more should be up tomorrow, plus the last chapter got added to so we weren't all like, "Huh?" anymore )

[mellie]

Okay, now I am not confused anymore. The room sounds fabulous to spend some time relaxing in it. Patiently waiting for the next installment.

[Mars]

(hoping this doesn't post twice *sweatdrop* aaand once again i really need to catch up and type everything i have written so far...yikes! o.o more should be up soon, unless the server goes down again tomorrow. Yuck. )
Peace. Tranquility. The feeling of being totally and completely at ease.
“How do you feel, Marlise?” He whispered some time later, followed by a hand-squeeze.
“I feel insanely relaxed. Apolo, this is amazing.” I leaned back, resting my head against his shoulder.
“I’m glad you like it. You okay with just staying here for a while?”
“Sounds good to me.” I was relaxed, all right. Part of it was the room, but at least some of it was him. His hand holding mine was still the most comforting gesture on the planet. Kind of like his free arm around my waist made me feel protected, safe.
We relaxed for a few hours, enjoying random conversation the whole time. Suddenly, the wind and the rain picked up, slamming the window open. I heard him swear under his breath as he stood up and re-closed the window.
“Sorry about that. I guess we lost track of time again.” He grinned as he offered his hand, helping me to my feet.
“No worries. You did say that’s a good thing, right?” I quirked my head as if daring him to prove me wrong.
“I did, and it’s still true.” Another insane cheekbone kiss that sent my heart pounding. Then he changed the subject. “Are you hungry?”
“Just a little.” Almost on cue my stomach rumbled and his grin widened.
“Alright. Let’s see what we can find.”
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[Mars]

(Here's more!)

The storm and our conversation continued over pork and fried rice. I was stabbing at a grain of rice with chopsticks when he caught me completely off-guard.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure. I mean, I’m always asking you random questions. I owe you a few.” He smiled at that, but he still managed to look thoughtful. Serious. When he took my hand like that I knew something was on his mind. I just didn’t know what.
“Tomorrow I have an interview. It’s nothing unusual, just answering questions and getting a few pictures taken. I wanted to know if you minded me talking about you.”
“That all depends. What about me?”
“They’ll probably want to know how we met, how long we’ve been together, that kind of thing. I promise I won’t get into too much detail.” While he explained this his hand shifted to my cheek. The sweet “trust me” look had returned. “I’ll understand if you don’t want to, though.”
I didn’t even have to think about it. To say I trusted him was, without a freaking doubt, the understatement of the year.
“I don’t mind. If you want to, I don’t have a problem with it.” The serious expression vanished. Now he just looked relieved. Psyched, in fact.
As promised we spent the rest of the day chilling. He beat me (horribly) at chess, then we started a game of monopoly that turned out inconclusive. It also turned out to last at least three hours. Near the end it was all I could do to keep myself from falling asleep on the box of unused hotels.
I didn’t want to go, neither did he, but there wasn’t much (if any) choice in the matter. That weekend had been sweet, blissfull, and downright harmonious. Unfortunately, it couldn’t last forever, even if we wanted it to.
The drive home was intentionally slow, since we were both trying to put off the inevitable for a while longer. When we pulled into my driveway I sighed mentally as I unclasped my seatbelt. I was just about to kiss him goodbye when he stopped me by putting a hand on my shoulder.
“Wait, Marlise. Not yet.”
..Huh? “Why not?” I wasn’t irritated. I was, however, curious to find out what he was up to, what was causing that unusually bright glimmer in his eyes.
“I want to try this again.” He took a deep breath, then continued. “I love you.”
“Love you too.” Oh my GOD! I actually said it without choking up! The little voice screamed triumphantly in response. In a split second he was smiling again.
“That’s much better.” There was a pause that seemed to last forever, then, finally, he kissed me. My lips tingled, and I didn’t want to think about anything, much less let go of him. Eventually his voice brought me back down to earth.
“I’ll see you Wednesday, right?”
“..Wednesday?”
“Stargazing.” He reminded me gently. “It’s supposed to be warmer and clearer.”
“Gotcha. ‘Night, sweet prince.” I hugged him, and I couldn’t help noticing the adorable smile on his face as he hugged me back. Now that was sweet.
“Sweet dreams, Sleeping Beauty.”
As usual, Wednesday felt like it was a million years away. I knew from experience that the time would go by pretty quickly, though.
I could live with that....