~After the dinner~
After we cleaned everything up in my car and put our clothes back we returned to the hotel. We spend two more boring hours with the manager of my publishing company and his friend. Meetings like this one were my nightmare! I always have to wear that fake smile on my face and pretend that I'm having fun.
Thankfully this time I had Misaki with me. I could simply give him a glance and lost in his beauty. Admiring Misaki was something that I could do for centuries. That chocolate brown hair being messy all the time. Those adorable big shinning green eyes, that I think that they're getting more and more beautiful day by day. His slim body with the milk white skin always having the scent of soap and being moisturized with the softness of a cotton ball. His voice, his childlike voice making me think that he is never going to grow up. But the best part of him was his smile. When his soft smile slid into a grin my world lights up and I feel the luckiest person in the whole universe because I can have him by my side.
Misaki's personality is another thing that it's admirable about him. He is really shy and he feels embarrassed easily. Furthermore, he is light-hearted and he's always kind with the other people, liking them or not. He never shows his true feelings though but most of the times I find the right way to make him confess about them.
We were walking back to the parking load. It was a really silent and beautiful evening, neither cold or hot. The sky had that midnight blue shade and was clear, full of small shinning stars. The moon looked like a toe nail and it was also providing light to the night. I glanced at Misaki's direction, he was half illuminated hotel's from the lights and the moonlight. The gorgeous boy glanced up at the night sky. "Woah..Usagi-san look at the sky! It's amazing." He kept looking up, having a surprising expression drawn on his face. His eyes had captured the stars on them making the teen even more ravishing and beauteous. His rosy lips were seperated a little bit because of the bewitching view of the sky's. I smiled at the breath taking sight of my lover.
I brushed my palm on his cheek and immediately a blush was created on it. Misaki slapped my hand away. He always reacts like that, and that's another thing that I adore about him. My hand slid in my pocket and searching for my car key as we were getting closer to my parked vehicle. I unlocked the car that Misaki loves to call "Fancy" and "Extravagant" and we both entered inside closing the doors at the same time. The brown haired sat on the seat properly and stretched his arms while yawning.
"Was it tiring?" I asked fastening my seat belt."A bit. To be honest, I never imagined that meeting like that can be tiring. I mean come on we were simply sitting, discussing and eating, but again I'm feeling weary." "I wasn't talking about the meeting you know." I commented, obviously referring to everything that we had done in that car before. As I watched him from the corner of my eye he had gone red once again, it looked like he had recalled every single detail from before. That was the response that I was looking for! "Why do you always say those embarrassing things?" He murmured, glancing down his feet. His voice was so low I could barely hear him. I stopped the car on a traffic light and a red beam of light was illuminating the half of his form. "They are not embarrassing." I moved closer to him and nibbled his ear lobe gently making his face turn into a deepest shade of red."Stop! Usagi-san!" He yelled when my tongue brushed on his ear's cartilage.
"Misaki.." I whispered to his ear causing him to shiver. My voice sounded so low, comparing to his."W-what?" "I love you" Misaki pushed me away and turned his back at me. The stubborn green eyed's gaze was locked out of the window. I always say 'I love you' to him because I want him to know that every single day that passes I come to fall for him even more, I really do. Everything about Misaki drives me crazy every day. He really forms one of the main sources of my inspiration and he's helping my writing process without knowing it. That's why I want him to know that my feelings remain the same as back to the start, or maybe they got stronger now.
