Love protection. Book 1: to be loved

Purple and white asters

Samuel POV: 

25 September.

He looked at the flower choices. He deliberated for 20 minutes. The roses seemed so cliché, especially the red, but the other flowers didn't seem right for this rendez-vous, their 9th. It's been 20 days since they last spoke and the feeling is there. Time is slowing down with her. She is intelligent and cultured, much more so than he is. She's even more blown away than the first time, when he ruined her top with cofee. Her green eyes, her smile, her laugh, she's... he really, really shouldn't get involved. He's promised himself to be discreet, she knows nothing of magic, nothing of his status. He is lying to her, he had no choice, with this secret, they stand no real chance but... there is something, Abby has something of.... He ignored the idea of telling his sister, Astoria. Talking to Abby is easy, their connection confirmed every time he talks, unless he imagines everything and gets carried away. No, no, but she ignores everything and he lied to her, not directly, but by diverting to his past.

Her phone buzzed, a message from Abby. Her heart raced, she couldn't wait to see him again! He's going to see her again too, he's anticipated, his doubts melting away at the thought of her. It destroys her resolutions and the idea of throwing herself away, of rushing to be with her. Her thought, her smile, her voice and he forget all caution. He feels it could be, it's horribly cliché, but the right one. With her, he imagines more, but it's complicated. He's decided on purple and white asters, as colourful and beautiful as... her.

He waits for her outside the restaurant. It wouldn't be... her car, yes. She gets out, wearing a beautiful white dress with... his thoughts get muddled, her smile brings him back to reality.

— You... he cleared his throat. You look magnificent! She laughed, uncomfortable as she was with every compliment, before quickly replying with a thank you. He remembered her flowers, they're for you, asters, for... he couldn't finish his sentence, holding out the flowers, unable to look away from Abby, smiling and beaming.

— Oh, thank you ! They're beautiful. As are you," he thought, blushing.

They went inside, settled down, he came to his senses and they talked, time slowing down, him having the best time of his day, the best yesterday being with her. He noticed the music, as if matching his thoughts.

Yeah I'd rather be blind

Than not look in your eyes

Cause no one else can see

How you look to me

All I want is you

— I love this song! she exclaimed.

— I don't know this one .

She taught him the title, that kind of love, Max, which describes how he feels.

The kind you give your life for theirs like Montagues and Capulets

Don't need to live forever

Growing old with you is much better

Just give me that kind of love

She started to sing, he melted, she sings very well, on top of all those qualities. She's perfect for him, but... the longer he waits, the more he's betrayed her without her even knowing it.

— Are you all right?" she worried. You seem preoccupied all of a sudden.

— I'm fine," he recovered, "I'm with you. He added honestly. She blushed, looking away.

He'll get her to fully accept a compliment, no matter how long it takes. She'll see herself as he sees her and he'll apply to tell her the truth, the next day, caution be damned. He'll do everything he can to give them every chance.