"That's what I like about you" {Eddie Munson}

004

We step out as we pull up to the trailer, I let out a soft giggle as he jogged up towards the door pulling it open to let me in.

"Ladies first," as soon as i was past the doorway we both kicked off our shoes into the the corner of his living room.

Racing into his bedroom I flicked through Eddie's collection of music to find 'The Romantics' by The Romantics, before he had the chance to race in and choose any music.

"What've you chosen?" His soft voice rings in my ears as I turn to see him sitting down on his bed, crossing one leg under him the other of the edge and dangling to the floor, The bun in his hair still hanging low on his neck. Before I could answer the music flowed through the room and his face was plastered with a puppy like smile, "ah, yes."

I let out a soft 'mhm' as I walked quickly to the small kitchen, opening the small wooden drawers to find some scissors.

Skipping back into The poster covered room Eddie passed me my favourite cable knit sweater, It was navy blue with a curled hem from old age as it had been passed down from my Grandfather to Steve and then to me, and a pair of 501 shorts he had given to me because he thought "they look better on you than me, sweetheart."

Smiling I take them, throwing off my fraying jacket next to his discarded denim jacket his leather on still thrown over his shoulders and undoing my jeans, I turn to look at a staining Eddie.
"You know I think you're gorgeous right?"

Blushing at his comment I walked over to his now standing figure as his hands touched the small of my  back, his rings sending a cold shock down my spine

"Well you're just as gorgeous, my gorgeous," I peck his lips softly. "Gorgeous boy."
Stepping back to look into his perfectly brown eyes that looked down at me in admiration I bend down slightly to let my jeans drop to my ankles.

I turned to slide on the light wash shorts that were worn and old but gave me a sense of comfort, Lifting the jumper over my head and let it fall below my waist.

Music playing through the room, light streaming into the messy but perfect bedroom illuminating both of our faces making each of us look at each other like they were a peace of art. Not perfect but beautiful.

The undone bed dipped under our weight as we sat down still looking at each other, stretching over to where Eddie had put the scissors when I was changing.

He leaned closer to me allowing my hand to slip behind his neck to undo his bun. His eyes twinkled as he left a quick peck on my chapped lips, his hair falling messily around his face as his fringe fell just below his eyes making him slightly squint. His head turned to the side as a lopsided grin fell to his face making him look like a smitten idiot.

As I lifted the scissors to his hair he put his hand out to stop mine.
"Wait. Just a little?" Holding his other hand up to signify how little he wanted cutting with a straight face.

"That is what I said, love. Didn't I?" He nods with his grin returning quickly.

As I cut his grown out hair I could see in the corner of my eyes that his eyes stayed focused on my movements everyone I made. I moved to get another angle, he watched his tongue on his top lip. As I finished he leans back taking my hands into his still raking his focused eyes over rosey cheeks.

"What?" My voice was soft in embarrassment only ever been looked at like that once before.
"Like I said you're gorgeous. But let's see what this hair looks like," he pulled out intertwined hands along with our bodies into the old dimly lit bathroom.

Standing in the door way, I saw him lean over the sink to look in the yellow tinged mirror, my breath hitched at the thought of him being upset at the haircut.

However, my worries were quickly diminished as I saw a bright grin make its way to his face as he turned to look at me with his hands still in his main.

"You like?" My voice came out as a quite sound only to be heard by the one person in the room.

"You did great ,my gorgeous girl. Now let's gooo." His ring ridden hand pulled me to his comforting room, just as what Eddie decided was 'our song' filled the air in the room.