Our Fears

|Cherophobia| Chapter 3

We had sex.

I know we barely knew each other, but it felt right.

My head was on his shirtless chest and his hand was lost in my hair. I loved this feeling.

We just sat there for what felt like hours until he spoke. "Will you move in with me?" His question came out of nowhere. But after a few days of thinking I said yes.

Things were going great.

One day, I tried to cook, I was a horrible cook. Through he still tasted it. Even if it had some eggshells and it was burned.

I covered my face with my hands, but soon he pulled me in his lap and whispered to me. "I'm happy you're not good at cooking." He said confusing me. "If you were good at cooking, that would've mean you were perfect. And I wouldn't be worth of something perfect when I'm not perfect. No one is perfect." He said.

He kissed me behind my ear, my hair, my neck and other parts of my body that made my whole body to shake.

That night, I wasn't able to sleep.

I was looking at him. How beautiful he was.

I thought I will never be able to forget him. His touch. His lips. His voice. His beautiful deep blue eyes. Everything about him. And I was starting to love every single part of him.

I still remember when Atlantic woke up and he looked at me with the cutest sleepy eyes; he brushed my cheek with his thumb, and whispered "I love you." At first, I was surprised; amazed. That man loved me.

I jumped — you could say that he didn't expect me to jump —, I towered over him, squeezing him with all my strength. He wrapped his arms around me and he copied me; burring his head in the place between my shoulder and my neck.

He was smiling. I could feel it when he kissed that spot.

We stayed like this for what felt like an eternity. Which I would've spend with him and only him.

I stood up, and Atlantic was frowning his brows, and blinking rapidly. He was probably about to fall asleep.

I put my hands on his cheeks and looked into his eyes. "I love you too." I said and sealed the words with a kiss.

Breathless, I broke the kiss. Atlantic was in the same state as me. He pushed my body down on the bedsheets and turned around. My back was facing him, so he pulled my body closer to his, kissing my naked shoulder. "I'll always love you, don't forget that." He said one more time.

With one arm around me, he buried his head between my shoulder and my neck. "You know I used to hate winter?" He asked, out of the blue.

"Really? Why?" I asked feeling a bit offended since Winter was my name.

"I don't know, its cold like hell. But now I love it." He said, probably smiling.

"Hell is hot. Which means you just called me hot, Atlantic." I said, on a teasing tone.

"Umm, I don't think I've said that," he replied back, with the same teasing tone.

I fake gasped. "Liar! Admit it!" I said shoving him with my elbow, to which he groaned.

"No. You're not hot." He said.

"Liar." I said.

He put a strait face on."You are the hottest person I've ever seen." He stated. "And your ginger hair, says it too." He added, bursting into laughing, teasing me again about my natural hair colour.

"Shut up." I told him.

"Umm, no." He said and started to tickle me.

I hated being tickled. And he knew it so damn well.

I instantly started laughing and begged him to stop, I remember I even threatened him, that if he won't stop, he will either take the floor or the sofa.

We were both laughing.

That laugh, faded somewhere in my memory, lost with hundreds of other memories with him.

And now that I think about it, I think this was one of my favourite memories with Atlantic.

If you'd be here, now I wouldn't be crying in front of my laptop, with these pills in my hand.