One Shots

I can't help falling in love with you

'You're drunk. You should come home with me.' She tries to raise her voice so he can hear her. 'Well, good you noticed Eva! You are too. And I'm not just "drunk". Dance with me!' Trying to escape from the compulsory hand around her wrist, she smiles and follows him. It has been an amazing night, he drank a couple glasses of wine and so did she. They first started to talk, and later they sang and danced to the music. Normally she wouldn't have done this, but now it was just a welcome distraction from the nasty and quite emotional week they had.

Finally, they got through the crowd and reached the dance floor. He pulls her closer and tries to dance the mambo. 'One, two, three, one, two, three... Follow my feet, when I go back with my right foot, you step forward with left.' He tells her. She tries, and within a minute they dance freely and spacious. He quickly tries to make her turn. They laugh when it doesn't work and she falls into his arms. The music changes to another song. From the ecstatic mambo, they get into a more romantic shuffle. He sees her looking at him like she never did, it's not a brave and harsh look like he's used to. It's more a loving and longing look. Curious to find out how this will end, he whispers the lyrics of the song in her ear. And I can't help falling in love with you...

Her eyes lit up and quite impulsively she presses her lips on his. He answers the kiss with a little strength and intimacy. She pulls him away from the dance floor, to the cloakroom to get their jackets. She wants to go home and see what the rest night brings for them. It's like 10 minutes later when they finally reach the front door of the café.

He sees she is a bit wiggly on her high heels and folds an arm around her, like a real gentleman. Together they walk into the night and together to their future. 'Cause both of them know it's not the end, it's just the beginning of their long-lasting adventure.

It's nine o'clock when he tries to move whilst awaking. He realizes that he's not alone this morning. Eva is still sleeping, safe and close by his side. She sighs in her sleep and he just can't stop staring at her. He follows the contours of her face with his eyes: mouth, nose, eyelashes... For him, she's just perfect.