Eternal Love

Chapter 2. Dates and Dinner

       When Sebastien first asked me out, we were snuggled on the basement couch, parents enjoying a dinner upstairs. Our weekly dinners were tradition, and as our parents had more than a glass of wine, they couldn't drive. Even though we lived just a block away, they felt it was too unsafe for a family of drunk + too young people to walk home ourselves. Hence, we always stayed with them. I shared a room with Sebastien, me on the couch and him on the bed. My extra toothbrush, towel and clothes were all in his room, though I often "borrowed" his comfy jackets, which came to my knees.

      "Hey," he whispered into my ear, breath hot on my cheek. 

      "Hmm?" Eyes on the screen as the hero chased after the sobbing heroine (for the first time in a million years Sebastien had agreed to watch a rom com), I barely spared him a glance and reached for my water instead.

      "I was just thinking, Elle," he paused, hesitation flickering in his gaze. "Do you maybe, wanna go on a date?" The water in my mouth went down the wrong way, and I started hacking coughs. 

      "Woah woah woah. If you don't wanna, you could say so. You know what? I'm sorry I even brought it up. Let's continue watching this." Was that a blush? Also, was this a prank? No, Sebastien wasn't that cruel. Holding back a smile, my lips brushed his cheek, my answer clear in my response. His eyes lit up, that beautiful twinkle warming my heart.

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      The following week we visited the autumn fair with a couple of mutual friends. He shared his candy floss (my favourite), and I gave him my too-greasy fries. At the top of the Ferris wheel, in the carriage the two of us shared, we kissed.

        When our lips locked and our tongues met, the world faded into the background. He tasted like candy floss, and I couldn't get enough. My heart was booming in my ears, so loudly I was sure he could hear it too. Breaking apart when the carriage door opened in what seemed like a second or two, I relished the beam of his wide smile. Our friends, who were in the carriages before ours, squealed and gushed (just my girlfriends, actually). His friends just winked and wolf-whistled, which earned them a scowl from Sebastien. I didn't mind, cause nothing would diminish this happy glow in my heart. We held hands all the way home. Of course, after driving me to my house, he walked me over to the door and we shared another magical kiss.

      Another case of his heartwarming gentlemanliness was when I got my PMS once, staining my skirt in the process. He tied his jacket around my waist to hide the ugly red stain on my cream coloured skirt, hands brushing my hips. My heart nearly stopped beating. When he was done, he smiled down at me (Although I was tall, he was taller) and my heart melted like ice-cream under the afternoon sun.

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       After dating for almost two years, it was safe to say our relationship was stable. The novelty of being with him, of him, never wore off. He seemed to like being with me too. I made him laugh, and likewise. He was so thoughtful and sweet.