Every Single Thing I Touch || HeartLiming "Moonlight Chicken"

27. Down The Memory Lane Ft. Four Eyes

"Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow, nobody's promised tomorrow. So I'ma love you every night like it's the last night, like it's the last night. If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you. If the party was over and our time on earth was through, I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile. If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you"

—Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars, "Die with a smile"

"Are you sure?" Liming asked again, his voice thick with uncertainty, as Heart tossed his suitcase into the back of his Grand Wagoneer.

Heart turned, leaning casually against the massive vehicle, a sly smile playing on his lips. With his freshly washed hair tousled by the wind, dark shades resting perfectly on his nose, and his white shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal his tanned chest, he looked effortlessly breathtaking. Liming's gaze lingered, his blush deepening as his eyes caught sight of the faint marks on Heart's chest—his handiwork from the night before.

Heart's lips parted into a grin. "Why do I feel like you actually don't want me there, hm?"

And just like that, he ruined the moment. Liming groaned, rolling his eyes before climbing into the passenger seat, closing the door with an exaggerated huff. He could hear Heart giggling softly outside, the sound only making him pout more. Why did he always feel like a helpless baby around Heart? Worse still, why did he hate and love that feeling at the same time? He didn't know.

What he did know was that he wasn't ready to introduce Heart as his fiancé to his mother and uncle. It was too soon—well, eight years and a sudden reunion later—but it still felt fast. They had just started dating again, and they'd barely managed to stop fighting before Heart had whisked him away to his apartment and... well, their bodies had communicated better than their words.

The door to the driver's seat slammed shut, pulling Liming from his thoughts. He glanced over, forgetting for a moment that he had been pouting.

"Are you sulking?" Heart asked, his eyebrow lifting just above his shades, though the teasing smirk on his face was fully visible.

"Why would you care?" Liming shot back, folding his arms across his chest dramatically.

Heart groaned, muttering under his breath, "Oh my fucking God, I'm marrying an actual baby," as he started the car and pulled out onto the road.

"Why, are you getting cold feet now?" Liming snapped, narrowing his eyes.

Heart chuckled, his laughter soft but knowing. "Definitely not. I've been wanting to marry you since the day you kissed me in that hospital room."

Liming froze, blinking in surprise. His mouth opened and closed, his words lost in the sudden rush of emotion. Why was Heart able to leave him speechless lately? Liming wasn't supposed to be the one at a loss for words. But here he was, flustered, his face burning as he scrambled for a response.

Heart glanced at him, a smile playing at his lips as he noticed Liming's reaction. "What, cat got your tongue?" he teased.

"Nope," Liming said, popping the 'p' with a huff. "You did. Just you."

Heart's laughter filled the car, warm and genuine. "That's what I've wanted to hear all these years," he said softly, reaching over to take Liming's hand. His fingers intertwined with Liming's as he added, "Now give me a small smile, baby. Please."

Liming bit his lip, trying to fight back the smile that was threatening to break free. But his fingers betrayed him, tightening around Heart's as warmth spread through his chest. Without thinking, Liming leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to Heart's temple, causing Heart to gasp softly in surprise.