Holding Out For A Hero

Caramel Kisses

"There's something in the way she moves or looks my way or calls my name," Benjamin sung while staring up at the ceiling, "that seems to leave this troubled world behind."

My ears perked slightly at the familiar James Taylor tune. I laid a hand gently onto his bare abdomen, feeling it rise then fall. It was mesmerizing.

He stared straight towards me. A captivating look upon his face as he continued along with the lyrics. They felt perfectly fit for this moment.

I clung tightly onto the blanket, hiding my redden face in them as he sang softer. He stole away all the proper reaction. I couldn't have been happier.

"And I feel fine anytime she's around me now, she's around me now, almost all the time," he chuckled and I had to turn to keep my laughter contained.

He peaked over and ran a hand down my arm a few times, cutting the singing to hum.

We sat together on the couch. Kisses given without any worries. All the fear vanished into thin air.

Benjamin continued to serenade me with my favorite songs while taking control. He must have figured the melodies were relaxers. He had the right idea.

As soon as he whispered Something In The Way She Moves, my whole self became air bound. It was hard to flounder away when the man knew how to set the mood. No wasn't even an option.

"And if I'm well you can tell that she's been with me now, she's been with me now, quite a long long time. Yes and I feel fine." He concluded quietly into my ear.

I looked towards him and nudged his nose. He smiled slightly, allowing another kiss to be stolen. His head tilt back in a domestic manner.

I climbed eagerly into his lap, expressing how much that inexpensive gift meant to me. There were still goosebumps on my flesh. It felt so surreal.

"Thank you, Bennie."

He twisted his pointer in a strand of my hair and nodded. "You're welcome, my Queen."

I snuggled closer into him and mumbled into his shoulder. "What's your favorite song?"

"My favorite song?" He asked unsure.

"Yeah," I encouraged, "what is it?"

A crinkle came in between his brows. "Why are you so curious all of a sudden?"

I groaned, flickering him in the forehead. Did he have to be so complicated? It was a simple question. A simple answer would have sufficed.

He let out an owe before scowling. "Hey! What was that for?"

There were times when I wondered if he was as old as he said he is. He acts too much like Blake. Twenty-three years olds don't act like seven year olds, right?

"Just answer the question," I sighed.

He must have notice the disappointed in my tone because he collected his response pretty quickly. It wasn't surprising he didn't have just one. "My favorite at the moment though would be Addicted to love."

"Addicted to love?"

He smirked, "what? You haven't heard it before? Want me to sing it to you?"

"No, I-"

It was already too late. He begun to screech the chorus. The rhythm going all over the musical scale.