Just Love

Love

Love- An intense feeling of deep affection; to feel a romantic attachment to someone.

MARCUS'S POV

Bliss. Ecstasy. Rapture. Paradise. Heaven. Exultation. Triumph. Exhilaration. Madness. Ravishment. Mirth.

Theses are the emotions kindling in my core, with my interior so hot, almost combustible. Everything in that moment was so vivid yet blurry.

I kissed her.

I finally got to kiss the girl I've had a crush on since the day I saw her in the library.

Her pink and now swollen lips, met mine. Her glossy innocent sage eyes lavished with admiration and vulnerability, a gift not easily granted.

I don't want to sound acquisitive or too desirous but after that cherished moment I want to learn everything about her.

I want her to be mine.

She is a handmade valentine addressed to me and I intend to keep her forever.

There was a sparkle simmering in her eyes after I kissed her, that I knew I mirrored. It isn't hard to love her. She is a truly lovable person, with her vibrant personality, divine character, radiant intelligence, and golden mindset. Her being is a treasure chest full of gleaming jewels, she is a beloved possession- my grand prize win. An ornate trophy.

At that explicit moment I knew this women was going to impact my life. I had an idea when I met her, but this has validated everything.

After we kissed, we talked about not particularly anything but we talked. Both of us were sprawled on her sofa chatting about current events and miscellaneous topics- anything that landed on our minds until we eventually fell asleep.

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When I awake my nostrils are flooded with the scent of hot coffee and warm maple syrup whiffling through the air. I sit up and wipe the sleep from my tear ducts while a barely audible yawn slips from my mouth. I stretch my limbs and make my way towards the kitchen were the mouthwatering fragrance abounds. I take a seat by the counter.

"Good morning." Macy's says.

"Morning" I say with a light grin on my face.

Macy sets a plate of pancakes in front of my along with a freshly brewed cup of coffee.

"It's espresso," she says, motioning to the cup.

I chuckle. "You remembered. Thanks."

I always knew she listened when I talked, but this was a little reassurance. Memories of our first date collect, when we were standing in line waiting to order. She told me she cared for regular black coffee and I told her I'm the expresso type.

I drizzle warm maple syrup over the golden pancakes on my plate. Watching the droplets of syrup run downward.

After finishing my breakfast and sipping my coffee, I realize the time.

"Macy. I have to leave for work, so thank you for letting me stay the night here. I really had a great time."

I wrap her in a hug, pulling her toward my chest, and placing a small kiss on the top of her head.