- MICHELLE ORTIZ VERANO -
Pedri's fingers encapsulate mine as we walk hand in hand towards the car.
After tonight's results I feel like the atmosphere should be a little more depressive, but there's an air of hope to it. A breeze of light blowing through our hair and into our lives, touching everything dark and turning it for the better.
"Amor, let me drive. I want to take us somewhere"
I feel myself suddenly blurt out. I'm not one to just say what's on my mind but there's something about him that makes me want to tell him the secrets of the world.
Maybe it's his thumb rubbing lovingly against the back of my hand, or the light scruff on his jaw that brushes against my forehead every time he leans in to kiss me. It might be the twinkle in his eyes or the safety of his embrace.
I don't know, but I'm grateful for it. For him.
He slows our walk and shoots me a confused look.
"What is going on in your head meesh? Tell me"
He tries to coax my plans out of me, running his hand up and down my arm now, lighting a firework of goosebumps along my skin.
He knows exactly what he's doing. He's good goddamnit.
I shake my head no, picking up the pace to the car. He has the keys though. I mentally face palm as I awkwardly wait for him to get to the drivers door.
"Please" I look up at him, with the best puppy dog eyes I can muster.
I see his jaw muscles tick as he tries to suppress a smile, but his eyes don't lie. You can see the chocolate swirl into a grin, causing happy lines to form by his lashes.
He hands over the keys and opens my door. God he's perfect.
I get in and roll the windows down immediately. A routine we've developed.
He opens the door.
I jump in.
I roll down the windows.
He shuts the door.
I lean out. He leans in. And he plops a kiss on my lips. Reassurance.
I watch in the rear view mirror as he drops his duffel bag in the back seat and hops in to the passenger side, I turn the radio on as he buckled himself in.
It's Been A Long Long Time plays on the radio and I turn it up, at the sound of the romantic tunes that stream out of the trumpets through the speakers, I could feel Pedri reach over and take a hold of my thigh.
He traced circles into my skin throughout the chorus then continued to tap rhythmically along my upper leg to the verses.
I peer at him from the corner of my eye, so as to catch him in his natural state, when he thinks no one is watching. At his sight I feel my heart burst into butterflies, flapping their wings in my ribcage, begging to be released if only to shower his face with kisses.
With his head thrown against the head rest, he had his eyes shut. His moving fingers were the only sign of him being awake, and the fact that only I could feel that made it all that much more special.
