The day I wrote a song about you

Chapter 43: Affection

"When's your birthday?" I asked. Nico didn't let go of my hands. His fingers were positioning mine, trying to teach me the simplest chords on the guitar as I sat on his lap.

"May 7th." He moved one of my fingers. "Press this string."

I sighed, glancing back at him. "You're gonna be so old." I joked. "Can't you stop aging?"

Nico bit his lips amused and did as if he didn't hear. "You want me to teach you?"

"Not really. It's hard and I'm getting bored." I pursed my lips.

I watched him roll his eyes and let go of my hands, letting the guitar beside us on the bed. "You're the worst student ever." He tapped my thigh so I would get up from his lap, but I didn't.

"Hey, try to learn one of the things I do." I retorted.

"Like what?" He smirked, getting close to my face. "Putting one of those short dresses on and spinning around?"

I frowned. "That's not just what I-"

He placed a kiss on my lips, cutting me off.

"Try to do a triple-"

Another kiss.

"I know. I'm just teasing you." He smirked.

The rain began to tap the window, the wind blowing hard. "It's raining!" I announced pointing at the windows.

"I know." He grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. "It's been raining all night, haven't you heard?"

I made a silly face as if saying no before I chuckled. "I don't know what it is about this bed... but I sleep like a baby in here."

"Maybe it is the company." He said, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on my shoulder.

"Meh. I don't think so." I chuckled, poking his cheek. "You snore."

"And you talk."

"Yours is annoying."

"Yours can be annoying, too." He smiled tightly.

"But you said it's cute." I pursed my lips.

"Because I'm in love, just wait a few years when this thing goes away." He laughed.

I stared at him, studying his face, my fingers tracing the patterns all over his arms. "Do you think we'll be together for a long time?"

"Uhm- I mean," he bit the inside of his cheek. "I plan on it. Why losing our time now if not?"

"Do you wanna get married?" I asked, out of the blue.

"Shouldn't you be on your knees to ask that question?" He cocked his head.

I laughed. "You wish."

He chuckled and leaned back on the bed, opening his arms to his sides. "I don't know. I don't think so."

"You don't wanna get married," I began as I lied down beside him on my stomach, so I could look at him, my hands following the silhouettes of the tattoos on his chest. "You don't wanna have children. What do you wanna do, Mr. Dumont?"

"Travel, I don't know. See the world. Just being with the right person is enough for me." He placed a kiss on my shoulder. "Do you wanna get married?"

I shook my head. "I never put much thought into my future. I just hope I can skate for a long, long time."

"You don't have a plan b?" He cupped my cheek with his hand, lowering my head so my lips touched his.

I pulled away before he could kiss me. "You have a plan b for your passion?"