Dance with me darling

sam

I hold her hand tight as we walk through the bustling crowds of people, it's not surprising that everyone's out tonight since it's Friday. I consider walking into a pub and just drowning my nerves and awkwardness in alcohol but we walk straight past and I wonder for a second where she's taking me.

I don't know my way around the streets of London, I've only been here a handful of times and I've never actually walked this far into town. The furthest I've been so far is the restaurant we just ate at. I'm glad I can see new places and experience new things with Olivia though, it makes me feel closer to her somehow.

I like how she looks around at the different shops and lingers for a few seconds when she spots something she likes in the window of a thrift shop, and when we walk past a crowd of people I love how she smiles at each person and occasionally says hello if she recognises them.

"God it's freezing" Olivia says, pulling her jacket tighter around her waist, "Am I boring if I suggest we go back to mine?"

"Not at all love, the thought crossed my mind a few times as well" I smile at her, let go of her hand and instead, I throw my arm over her should and bring her closer into me.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm ending the night though" she frowns at me when we turn back around to head to my car, I hate that she has in her mind that I think so little of her, I wouldn't care if she was trying to end the date, I just care that I'm walking around London with her under my arm.

"Don't be daft" I shake my head and kiss the top of her's, reassuring her that she has nothing to worry about. And I smile to myself, because I can't believe I've managed to get someone like Olivia to go on a date with me, to even talk to me.

I have a habit of rushing into things a lot. I fall in love too a little too quickly and my heart breaks a little too easily, and my eagerness ruins everything more often than not. I've been in relationships before where I've jumped in so quickly, and at the end I realised I didn't actually know much about the person. But I don't think I actually fell in love with those people. Every time I got into a relationship, I always thought that it was so much better than the last. I always told myself I probably didn't love the previous girl because the new one was so much better. I always thought that the feeling of falling in love got deeper and deeper each time, so that meant that I mustn't have loved the girl I was with before, because this new feeling I had was euphoric. But I'm so sure of it this time round. I'm certain that I love Olivia like I've never loved anyone before.

And maybe it's too soon, maybe it's unrealistic to be in love with someone after five months of knowing them. And maybe she doesn't feel the same way because we spent a few months apart and the feeling fizzled for her. But it didn't for me, I actually think my feelings for her grew stronger. Missing her made me want her more, and when I finally had her again, I just fell even harder.

I turn the heating on when we get in my car, I can see her shivering and it doesn't help that the leather seats are freezing. She pulls her knees up to her chest and hugs her legs tight as she warms up. Usually I'd throw a fit about having shoes on the seat but I don't think I could ever get mad at anything Olivia does.

When we arrive at Olivia's the lights are all off and her front door is locked, which confirms Van is definitely not home. She allows me to walk in and she shuts the door behind us, kicking off her shoes.

I do the same but instead of leaving my shoes scattered on the floor, I pair them beside the door before following her into the kitchen, where she pulls out some glasses and a bottle of wine.

"Want some?" She asks me and I nod my head. There's something oddly romantic about the way she opens the bottle and starts pouring the red liquid into the glasses. Especially when she turns around with a seductive smile and hands me the glass, "I'm gonna run up and change... you have a change of clothes aswell right?"