Our Song ON HOLD

18. Honest Juice

Libbie POV

The second I had walked into Damian's house it had felt like home. I felt like I belonged here. I knew bringing me into his space wasn't easy for him and he had been very anxious. As a result I had kept my enthusiasm to a minimum do as not to unnerve him.

While he busied himself in the kitchen  making the cheesecake he had promised me I had taken the opportunity to sit out by the pool and start my research. I had made a pitcher of my drink which sat on the table with two glasses.

I hadn't expected there to be so much information to take in. So many things to think about and choices to make. And then there was the inevitable twinge of sadness about all the things I will miss out on and never experience.

"Cheesecake is ready" he says and I hurriedly close everything on my phone as he hands me a slice "hope I don't dissappoint"

I take the plate and a fork and dig in. The second the cheesecake touches me tongue im in heaven.

"Oh my god this is so good" I say closing my eyes

"Time for me to try this drink" he says pouring a glass and taking a sip "Oh this is good stuff, this may be my new favourite drink"

As the evening wore on while I took my time with my drink wanting to keep somewhat of a clear head Damian plowed his way through the pitcher enjoying every drop.

Standing up he takes out his phone and starts our song playing. He holds out his hands to me wobbling slightly as he does"

"Dance with me mi querida" he slurs "I want to dance with you"

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" I ask taking his hands

"It's a fantastic idea" he smiles placing my arms around his neck.

Placing his hands on my hips he begins to sway us to the music, his eyes never leaving mine. As we move his hands gently trail up and down my back and over my ass.

"I love you" he says

"I love you too" I reply "even when you're drunk" I chuckle

"Not drunk......happy" he smiles "Libbie makes me happy"

I couldn't help but find drunk Damian completely adorable, it seems that his friends were telling the truth about him  being a puppy dog eyed sweetheart when he's drunk.

"Can I keep you forever?" He asks trying his best to look serious

"Forever is a long time you might get fed up of me" I chuckle trying not to take him too seriously

"Nope....never...........want you......rest of my life" he says

"I think someone has had too much honest juice" I laugh "how about I take you upstairs and you sleep it off"

"No I had rum" he says looking confused "But bed sounds good"

I guide him to the stairs and the help him up them one by one trying to help him balance each time he wobbles. I get him to the bed room and once we reach the bed he falls on to it.

I help him remove his t shirt and jeans before getting him under the covers.

"Stay with me" he says his puppy dog eyes seemingly getting bigger

"Of course I'm going to stay with you" I say walking round the bed "where else would I be"

"No" he whines bouncing over to look at me "stay here with me, live with me"

"I think that's something we should discuss when your sober don't you?" I say climbing in beside him

"Not drunk" he pouts "I'm happy with my libbie" he says resting his head on my chest

"And I'm happy with you too" I say stroking his hair "but I think we should discuss it in the morning when you're less happy"

"Alright" he says

For a moment he falls silent as he lays there playing with my fingers. In a way I'm relieved I got him stop. I couldn't take him seriously because I couldn't be sure it's actually what he wants and it's not just the booze talking.

His breathing settles and I know he's finally fallen asleep. Looking down I see his eyes are closed and a small smile is on his lips. I want everything with this man but I don't want to give him everything until I've made a very important decision, one that could very well determine the direction we take.

I close my eyes and allow myself to start to drift off, I feel Damian shift slightly as he snuggles further into me. He let's out a soft sigh and wraps his arm around me almost like he is clinging to me.

"Libbie" I hear him whisper but when I look his eyes are still closed and he is still sleeping, thinking nothing of it I lay my head back down and close my eyes.

"Libbie" he whispers again

"Yes" I say softly even though I know he's asleep

"Will you marry me" he says almost in audibly but not enough for me not to hear him.