Perfectly Imperfect

CHAPTER 21- This Woman


Chris
My heart is currently turning into mush as Cleo begins to sing. I love her voice. God, I love her. I finally got the courage to tell her yesterday, and I have no regrets. When she said she loved me too, my heart exploded in my chest. I still can't believe it, even with her sitting in front of me.

Her moans were like a symphony to my ears. I was hooked since our first kiss, but now... there's no going back. I wanted to do more than that to her yesterday, but I wanted to keep my restraint. I know if we have sex, I'm going to want to be inside of her every day. Her walls clamped my tongue like a vice yesterday, and I almost lost it.

She doesn't like big gifts or gifts, period, but I needed to get her something. So my best bet was something that would have sentimental meaning and something useful. The pick was the perfect gift. She couldn't tell, but my knees were buckling as she opened the box.

Always expect the unexpected.

Life has a funny way of surprising you,

But you're my favourite surprise.

Every day with you, I feel brand new,

Like a wonderful surprise.

So I want you, I wanna love you

And I want you

My eyes burn with tears. This goddamn woman will be my reckoning. She looked a little nervous, but when she looked into my eyes, she got into her usual groove.

By my side,

I'll always want you by my side.

Can I marry this woman?

You are,

You are my light in the darkest night

And with you,

I'll always love you

Till the end of time.

How is she reading my mind? I can't take my eyes off of her. She moved with such grace, the same grace I saw that first night I saw her play.

Perfect imperfection

You are my favourite song and reflection.

She looks into my eyes with so much love and gratitude.

You have my heart,

You are my shark

I chuckle through my tears at the last line. I really was confused that day until she explained. When the song ends, I sit there gaping at her. How did I get so lucky? I don't deserve her or her love.

I must stay like that for a while because her soft hand on my cheek snaps me out of my daydream. "Chris?" she asks, looking at me with humour in her eyes.

"I love you" is all I can muster up at this point. She chuckles and kisses my lips. She goes to pull away, but my hand has other plans. I grip the back of her neck and pull her closer. She gets the message and straddles my thighs.

Our tongues clash, and it's like honey. Smooth and sweet. This goddamn woman.

"Did you– did you like it?" she suddenly pulls away and looks into my eyes, unsure.

I raise an eyebrow. "That shouldn't even be a question, baby." I lift her chin, making her look at me. I will never get tired of looking into her mocha eyes.

"No mistakes this time," she says softly, and it sends a sting through my heart.

"Hey. I'm sorry for what happened that night. I truly am. But on the other hand, I'm kind of not. If you didn't miss that one little note, I would have never brought you to my office and then hunted you down two weeks later to beg for a second chance. You wouldn't be on my lap right now. You wouldn't be the woman I want around me all day, every day. You wouldn't be the love of my life right now," I say with confidence, meaning every word. The way we met was unorthodox and unpleasant, but I would do it again in another lifetime just to have this goddess by my side.

"Guess your need for perfection was good for something," she jokes, running a hand through my hair. I chuckle and kiss her nose.

"Guess so." She visibly relaxes and cuddles into me.

"I plucking love you," she whispers the words on the guitar pick, which makes me chuckle.

"I plucking love you too, principessa," I kiss the top of her head. This is it. It's her.