I'd never been happier. I'd known this girl for a week and I couldn't believe how happy she was making me. I knew that last night wasn't a mistake. I knew that we both knew it was what we wanted. She was so beautiful, each crevice of her body I wanted to explore.
And when I'd picked her up at her house, my jaw hit the pavement. I'd never seen a girl more fit than her in that moment. Her hair curled to perfection, bringing out the curve in her jawline. The makeup on her face bringing out the blue in her eyes. Her beautiful dark blue eyes.
As I thought about that moment when I pulled her dress off and saw her nearly naked body I stopped myself, knowing I didn't want to hide my arousal when she came back. I continued cooking the pancakes, thinking about this amazing girl.
When I'd woken this morning, I had to carefully move her face off my chest though I'd never wanted to move her. I never wanted that moment to end. I could feel the exhaustion in her body, and when I lifted her body she never even woke. I set her back down, covering her back up with the sheet but not before admiring her naked body. I had gotten up, putting my boxers on, kissing her on the cheek and going to make her breakfast.
The pancakes were finally done, so I placed them on a plate, turning the stovetop off as I did so. I set up the table, placing two glasses of orange juice along with bacon, and plates and cutlery for two. I walked to the fridge, grabbing the syrup out of the fridge. I could feel her presence around me, and when I turned around it confirmed my suspicions.
I turned around to see Tarin standing there, looking more fit than ever in my clothing. She had chosen to wear my grey sweatpants. She had to fold the waistband over, which exposed her hips bones, driving me wild. She had worn my old black Hollister shirt which was too big on her, exposing her collarbones and shoulders, along with one black bra strap. Fuck. I had to keep myself from whimpering as she walked, ass looking incredible in my sweats. I walked up to her, placing my right hand on her left exposed hip bone. "Beautiful," I breathed as I kissed her lips. She smiled. "I'll be right back, I'll go change." I said, placing the syrup on the table, "help yourself love." I said, walking away towards my bedroom.
I chose to wear a white V-neck, grabbing a pair of black sweats. When I walked back into the kitchen she was sitting nicely, enjoying the pancakes. I silently giggled at how cute her messy bun was, taking a seat across from her.
"So, uh . . . what are you planning on doing once you graduate?" I said, nibbling on a piece of bacon.
She looked up at me and away from her food, "I'd like to be a dancer or an actress." She said frankly.
"That's ambitious!" I said excitedly, "you'd be a great dancer, and you could become a massive actress. I know I'd watch any movie you were in. And I've already seen you dance, and I must say . . . you're really good." I said with a wink and giggle.
She blushed before laughing, "what about you Louis? I mean, what do you want to do?"
"I-I don't know." I laughed, "I've never really thought about it. I don't think I have any special talents or skills. All I know for sure is that I'd like to take a year off before heading to university . . . if I do in fact decide to still go after a year."
"Well, I know one talent you have," she smiled.
Immediately my inappropriate mind went crazy, thinking of the things she could mean. "You can cook one hell of a pancake," she said, interrupting my thoughts.
I laughed, "thanks love. I'm glad you're enjoying them." I reached over, holding her hand.
We sat in silence a few moments before she began talking again. "I. . . uh . . . I told my friends that we're dating," she struggled to say.
My eyes went wide, thinking of last Friday night, "did you . . . did you tell them about us and what happened at that party?" I stuttered out, feeling a little panicked.
"Oh dear lord no." She laughed, squeezing my hand, "they'd think I'm the biggest slut. Or they'd start calling you a player and an asshole. They'd never understand." She said, looking up at me through her eyelashes. I stared into her dark blue eyes but she struggled to keep eye contact with me, "and I definitely won't tell them about last night."
"Yeah, I'm not telling my friends about the sex." I said awkwardly, "they'd call me a player and like bow to my feet since I've known you for a week." Worry and upset washed over her face, before she pulled her hand away I finished my sentence, "but they don't understand . . ." I trailed off.
She smiled. "I've never felt this connection with anyone after knowing them for such a little amount of time," I said.
"Me too," she whispered so quietly I'm not even sure that's what she said.
And in that moment I felt guilty as hell. I wasn't telling her anything about my home life. She was being open and honest with me, telling me about her best mates, her mum and dad, her younger brother Sean. I couldn't tell her about my home life . . .
There was too much going on. I couldn't even comprehend what was going on myself. It was part of the reason I came here. I needed to get away.
I felt even worse when I thought about the fact that I hadn't told her I would be leaving. I'd be leaving in four months . . . two months after grad. I'd have to go back to London.
I had a reason for not telling her. I didn't want things to change. I'd wanted us to just enjoy the time we had. I'd wanted us to live like our love didn't have an expiration date, though it was completely possible that it would.
I promised myself then and there that I would tell her that I was leaving in four months. Maybe not today, but I will tell her. I told myself that when I left I was going to keep contact with her. I never want to lose her.
Not over this.
Our love will never have an expiration date I repeated to myself, not entirely believing it . . .