All I want is for you to be happy

Three part harmony

I could not believe what he told me. I simply looked at him in disbelieve, waiting for the moment in which his face would change, and the words "just kidding" were to float out of his mouth. As the seconds went by, he stood there waiting for some kind of reaction from me... it was then, when his features started to show a worrisome face because of my lack of reaction, when I realized that it was indeed true, we were in Iceland. With a completely involuntary chain of events, my hands covered my mouth trying to hold, unsuccessfully, a gasp; my eyes opened as widely as they have ever been, my hands let a little space in between them to let my mouth produce some sound whose creation in my brain I do not recall "Are we really?".

He did not need to say a word, he simply smiled at me so widely that his eyes turned into two thin lines on his face, and his perfect teeth resembled the ice of the land where we actually were.

Before he could open his eyes again I run into his arms. I placed my hands over his shoulder blades, and he surrounded me with both of his arms a little bit over my waist. His height made me bend backwards a little when he sunk his face in my neck.

When his body started to move back to his original position, his arms started to loosen, but I did not want to let go of that body that was the perfect temple for the soul of my angel.

His hands migrated from my back to my elbows, my forearms, my wrists... before being able to lock our fingers together I placed my hands on his shoulders, to get a fulcrum to jump and lace my legs around his waist; when he realized what my intentions were, he locked his arms under my thighs, avoiding my butt as the gentleman that he is, once I felt secured I hold his face with my two hands to make him look up so I could have his lips at my disposal.

I gave him one first really short kiss, I looked into his eyes and I thanked him for such an amazing present. Another quick kiss, I said "thank you" again, interval which was repeated at least five times until I gave him one last kiss, slower, softer, letting every inch of my lips recreate on his, as if I really needed to memorize every nuance...

The sound of someone clearing his throat behind me, brought me back to the real world, I looked at Scott and he made this cute face of being a little bit embarrassed, I pressed my lips until they were a thin line and I opened my eyes, trying to tell him just by looking at him that I was sorry for letting myself go forgetting where we were. He unlocked his arms to let me on the floor standing next to him, so we could talk to the pilot. But he did not want me an inch away from him, so he held my left hand with his right one and I placed my right hand over his forearm. When I do not feel safe, I always have the necessity to be as closed as possible to him, as if his only presence could protect me from everything.

Pilot: Sorry to interrupt Mr. Hoying, but we need to move the plane to another section, to get it ready for the next flight with one of my coworkers.

Scott: We are really sorry... We are leaving... We'll pick our luggage and we'll be gone.

Pilot: Your luggage is already in the car that is waiting for you, Sir.

Scott: Thank you so much, excuse us, and thank you for such an amazing trip, I hope we can meet again when we are back.

Pilot: My pleasure, Sir. Hopefully that would happen. Enjoy your holidays in this beautiful and magic land.

We walked towards the exit and as soon as my right foot touched the first step, an amazing, cold, breeze filled my lungs. I stopped and looked back at Scott; I held his hand a little bit tighter, he gave me a small smile and nodded encouraging me to go down; I bit my lower lip and we walked down the stairs.

Once we were actually touching Iceland's ground, a really good looking man came towards us and extended his hand to introduce himself as Gunnar Agnarsson, our tour guide.