It was a dark, stormy night. I was cold, and waiting. Waiting for someone special to show. The rain fell onto the roof like bullets, and the clock ticked on in the backround. Tick-Tick. Tick-Tick. I rest my head in my hands, for sleep was ready to elude me. My eyes slowly started to close. The 'bullets' of the roof, and the ticking of the clock started to quiet...
I awoke, rain falling even harder, and James had yet to show. The clock had now hit 8:00 p.m. "Where is he?" I mumbled to myself. It came out a slur, for I was still groggy from the nap. I got up from the computer chair and desk I was sitting at. Half asleep, I stumbled across the room to my bed. I lay under the blankets, as sleep started to take me again.
"Kate?" I heard, in a sweet, sweet voice. It instantly brought me back to earth from my sleep. "Baby, are you awake?" He asked quietly, and his slow footsteps walked towards my bed. I nodded my head, and slowly shifted over. "Sorry I'm so late." He whispered, and slowly made his way into my bed. The bed barely shifted, and the rain could still be heard. It was like music. We both lay on my bed, face to face, as I opened my eyes for the first time.
"Goodmorning, Beautiful." He whispered, as I realized how close we were. His stunning, blue eyes were just about a few inches from mine. He slowly got up, onto his elbow, and leaned over me. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and did the same. Once we pulled away, we relaxed ourselves, and lay in my room. Listening to the slow sounds. He put his arm around my waist, and I put one around him, near his shoulder. "I love you." He whispered quietly.
"I love you too." I reply, still cloudy from the sleep. He leaned over, and gently kissed my forehead.
"You sound tired, Sweetie," He mumbled. I was ready to sleep at any moment.
"I am," I replied. He rubbed my waist, and closed his eyes.
"Go to sleep, I'll be here when you awake, I promise."
"I don't want to miss you." I mumbled quietly. He shushed me, and brought his arm up toward my collar bone. He rubbed the back of my neck, intently, knowing it would put me to sleep. He closed his eyes, and I did the same. With every moment, my eyes grew heavier. I didn't want to sleep. I didn't want to leave this scene. I listened intently to the rain, to the clock. To our slow, synchronized breathing. I picked mine up a little, to stay awake.
"Don't fight it." He whisphered, quietly. "Go to sleep, it's OK."
I nodded once, and let my eyes fully close, as sleep totally took me over. Like a wave crashing over me.
"Babe?" I questioned, once my eyes opened again. I looked over at the clock. It was now about 3 a.m. I looked over, in the completely dark room. I could feel and hear his deep breathing. He was laying on his side, with his arm around me. I remained on my back, his arm a seat-belt to my stomach.
"Yeah?" He questioned quietly. His voice was still smooth as usually. Had he been sleeping? "Are you still tired?" He questioned, and I turned onto my side to face him.
"Nope." I said, in a cute voice and smiled.
"Good." He leaned in, and kissed me again. His sweet taste was paradise on my mouth. I wrapped my arm around his neck, and we pulled away slowly. I kept my eyes closed, for I could still feel him breathing close. "I love you." He whisphered.
Before I could reply again, our lips were touching again. This kiss lingered on, and he held me closer. He kept his face close to mine, and I could feel him slowly breath out his nose. "When do you have to leave?" I said quietly, for my parents were probably sound to dream.
"8 a.m." He said, and turned out of his spot. He looked over at the electric clock. Even with it's lights, the room remained dark. He tumbled back over, and lay closer to me. "Listen to the rain." He whisphered quietly. The 'bullets' I once heard, were doubled. Trippled. Like a symphony of sound. Tip-Tip-Tip. With few softer drips mixed in.
He then rotated to his back, and I turned to my side to face him. I rest one hand on his lower shoulder, and lay my head onto the hand. The other had, I rest on his chest, drawing circles in his tee-shirt. "You're too cute." He mumbled, and pulled me into another kiss. Another 'Trip to Paradise'.
"It's like music." I whisphered calmly. He nodded, and leaned back onto his back. 'No, don't go.' I thought. He must have seen the emotions show through my eyes. For, in seconds, our lips were collided again.
