Loving Out Loud

Sherry

Tom smiled and hugged me. I put my head on his chest. He stroked my hair, and that was enough for me to be happy. I wanted this man to keep me close as long as he can. My fingers traveled down his back. He moved slightly and lifted my head. I looked at him. He slowly leaned in and kissed me. This time, it was a real kiss. I've felt his hands tightening the grip around me. And I've let myself dive into that beautiful ocean of falling in love. That night was strangely warm for England. It was strangely quiet for London. And I was strangely relaxed in the arms of a wonderful man.

When we broke the kiss, he took my hand, and we walked down the street. He took me to a pub, where was a tango night. He had ordered a bottle of red wine, and took me out on the dancefloor.

-Tom, I haven't been dancing for almost eight years.- I gasped. He smiled:

-Then it's perfect time to start again.-

I looked at him, and smiled. He was smiling widely and honestly. He positioned himself in a starting tango position, and showed me his hand.

-Will you do me an honour, my lady?- he asked with a nod. I smiled and took his hand:

-It'll be a pleasure.-

And we danced. It was hard at first, I've almost forgot all the steps, but he was such a good dancer, that he leaded me flawlessly. I had a feeling that we were alone in that room. He was holding me like I was made from glass. Our bodies were touching, we could feel each other's breath, and we kept the eye contact for the whole time. We were dancing like we were making love.

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After the dancing, we've drunk our wine, talked some more, and laughed a lot.

-You should smile more often.- he said stroking my cheek. I blushed.

-When I'm with you, I find it hard not to.- I said putting my hand over his. Tom's eyes widened with excitement and happiness. He smiled:

-Clara, I would be honoured if I was the reason for your happiness.-

-You are, Tom. You are the reason.- I said smiling. Tom stood up, took my hand in his, and asked me:

-Will you do me an honour and be my girlfriend?-

I chuckled at first, but he narrowed his eyebrows.

-Tom, you sound like we're in a play...- I said giggling. He laughed:

-I don't give a single shit.- he said almost singing. I gasped:

-Thomas! Mind your language.- I said laughing. He laughed too. Then he sat down again.

-All right, you mood ruiner, I'll ask you plainer this time- he said trying to look annoyed, -do you want us to be serious?- he finished.

I smiled and kissed him pretty passionately.

-Yes, you lovely man. I will do you an honour.- I said giggling. He laughed, and hugged me.

-Don't ever call me 'Thomas' again, please. That's how my mother calls me when I'm in trouble.- he said chuckling and kissing my hair.