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Finally In Your Arms
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)Last time I gave him a gift was on a post-card. This time it’s in person. The sun was shining today; guess it was one of those August days when the sun shine hot and the wind blows cold, when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. I was in bed sleeping with birthday boy, I was anxious to wish him his happy birthday but he seemed to peaceful in his sleep.
Feeling him fall into bliss with the hands moving over his hips to pull him closer to me, smirked, and leaned back into the embrace. “Babe?" I cranked my neck to follow his departure with my eyes. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”, I yelled. It was the loudest words he ever heard me say. I don't know what possessed me to pull him towards me but all I knew was that in the next moment we were closer. Our bodies were inches apart and I looked into his face, his eyes showing blue and my grip tightened. He smiled. I guess it felt good that I remembered. He wasn’t sure of what I had in mind, I seemed to think he would make the first move in breaking the tension but here I was making a move. I kissed him right after that site, it was so existent. I starred at his mouth for a few second before stating, “I got you something”.
“You…” he rolled his eyes. I smiled and got out of bed with my hair in a messy bun, tangles that flew down to my shoulders. He waited as I swiftly got the bag and handed it to him, curling up in his arms. He gazed at me, back at the bag, admired me and glanced once again at the gift. He pores over it, “open it”. Taking each wrap one by one out of the bag, I moved closer and stared at his expressions. I bought and made several things; I didn’t know where to stop. He was priceless to me, and whether it was about money or made by scratch, I knew he’d love it all. I took quotes from all the messages I had written to him over the past years along with the little things we say to each other. I arranged the quotes like a collage on colourful paper and attached a letter to the collage. It was fun to watch him dig through the bag. I wanted to replace a bracelet I got him years before; the burden of knowing that one didn’t fit him was a strain. He was speechless, as I picked up the silver jewellery and glided it through his hand, he couldn’t express what he felt, so he showed it. Slowly he leaned forward to press a kiss against my lips. His arms wrapped around my waist and he deepened the kiss. We parted, looking into each other's eyes. “Happy birthday." I whispered, "I love you."
I wanted him to feel special today, just like how he made me feel special everyday too.
I hope I can take the day off tomorrow so I can just not worry about anything and spend all my time talking with you
If I was to go somewhere it would probably be to Toronto, to see you
I don’t care about other girls <3 there is only one that I care about
others can gtfo I’m addicted to it, I crave it, my heart and body need it, I need you <3
I felt special even when he wrote the funniest things, it wasn’t exactly the definition of special but it made me feel lucky, I know he wouldn’t write those things to other girls. They weren’t “worthy” enough to get the comments.
We should play cops and robbers xd I’ll be the dirty criminal and you'll be the sexy cop
I wanted to treat him the whole day, which meant buying lunch, dinner and anything else that applied. I knew he wouldn’t agree to the terms but I also knew that he would accept it because I was doing it to make him feel happy today.
I drove on the freeway for a solid hour and he seemed to not mind, he enjoyed the time. I admit, I was pretty upbeat and talkative, telling about my boredom and how much I hated to cook. It was relaxing and he felt good listening to me talk. I never really took the time to talk to him before with that much confidence. I had the radio on too, just for the moments where I stared at him with a loss of words."When are you going to tell me where we're going?" he asked when I took an unfamiliar exit. “We’re going to a place I haven’t been in a while. We drove down the coast and he wasn't surprised to see that I was heading to the beach. When we walked over to the sand, I felt fingers grasp mine; I looked at him and smiled, holding them tighter. They fit perfectly, are hands were a puzzle piece that never got the chance to connect…waiting to be fixed and now that it was I wasn’t going to lose a piece.
As we began to walk along the water, we took off our shoes. With bare feet, placing foot prints along the shore. From there on we enjoyed the beach and I tried my best to keep him feeling special that day.
Hours later, under the cover of darkness, we sat side by side on the deck taking turns swigging from the bottle of ‘Monster’ that he kept in his back. As midnight approached, we drank the last dregs of the energy drink, smiling as we eagerly exchanged more stories about our lives. A commotion from a group of people, who were still gathered further down the lake, distracted us from our conversation. But, it was amusing to watch, we were laughing. As we looked into each other’s eyes, I smiled and repeated the word that signified this day, “happy birthday… I hope all your birthday dreams and wishes came true.” He embraced me, “it did.” As the distant crowd became of no existence, “I love you”, we whispered in unison, as are lips were drawn together once again.
Authors note - I'm sorry it took so long to finish this chapter and thats its pretty short, I promise to make the next chapter even better :ghehe:
