And my heart would soar

Chapter 8

Four weeks later, our houses are being built. They've put together the frames and have begun to put in the walls. I've been staying in one of Josh's guest rooms since my old flat was sold.

"Hey jen, do you want a beer?" Josh asks from across the room, standing in the refrigerator.

"Of course I do babe." I reply, walking towards him. He hasn't shaved in a couple days and his beard is taking over his face. He looks like a man. He hands me the bottle and opens it. I sigh, placing the cold glass to my lips and taking a gulp. The cold runs down my throat and chills my chest. It gets warm again when josh takes my hand.

**Josh's POV**
Her lips flirt with the neck of the bottle as she tips it back and takes a gulp. She closes her eyes in harmony as I take her hand. It is warm in mine.
She looks up at me. We walk towards the couch, hand in hand.

"So I've been thinking and I had remembered that the day that you had that interview we never got to watch our movie." I suggest, leading her to the couch.

"Okay, what would you like to watch?" She smirks.

I make my way to the cabinet under the tv and pull out her favorite romance movie, Ghost. I raise my eyes to hers and pop the dvd into the player.

We take our seats on the couch next to each other. She leans her head on my arm as I twirl a strand of her hair around my pinky finger.

We watch the movie. It comes to her favorite part (the pottery) and she lifts her head contemptibly to watch. "I knew you would enjoy this part." I tell her, smirking.

"Mmhmm." She answers, her cheeks turn an unusual color pink. I lift her chin with my index finger and place my lips on hers. I can feel the alcohol from the beer pulsating through my veins.