Loving Out Loud

Movements

-Open your eyes.-

I smiled, slowly lifting my eyelids. Soft smell of something sweet filled the room, but it still was unknown. Kinda like chocolate, but mixed with strawberry and something unrecognizable.

-Thomas!- I gasped looking at the table. He giggled, kissing my hair.

-You didn't!-

-Oh, yes darling, I'm quite sure I did.- he said, chuckling. I hugged him tightly, burring my face in the crook of his neck.

-I can already tell it's delicious.- I whispered into his neck. He laughed, taking my face between his palms.

-You simply can't know that. Because you haven't tried it yet.- he said winking at me. I smiled, hugging him again and whispering "Thank you so much". It was unbelievable. He made me a cake! All by himself. And it was the chocolate cake.

-Here, take a piece.- Tom whispered kissing my cheek. I giggled like an idiot, taking the plate.

-Tom, you really shouldn't have...-

-Shhh, darling. I wanted to.- he whispered, stroking my hair as I munched the perfection of that cake. Everything was perfect. We were three months together, and he had promised me a month ago that he would make me a cake at some point soon. So he did.

We were sitting and laughing over the cake, talking about the different uses of chocolate in different cultures throughout the history. He stroked my hair and pet my back, kissing my forehead from time to time, while I hugged him.

-I've seen they are putting the new installment of Hamlet.- I said wiping my mouth. Tom giggled at my motion, kissing my fingers.

-Really? In the theatre down the street from you, I suppose?- he asked nudging his head slightly. I frowned, laughing:

-Of course, that's the only theatre I'm visiting.-

We both giggled, and I continued:

-Well, the premiere is scheduled for the next Monday, so I've thought we should get the tickets as soon as possible, in order to...-

-I'm afraid next Monday doesn't work for me, darling.-

His voice was calm. There wasn't any of the usual nervousness, or apologizing for no reason. He was too calm. I smiled understandingly:

-Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you have had any plans already.-

He kissed my forehead:

-Well, yes. I forgot to tell you, but I'm traveling to the Continent at this very Friday.-

Cold sweat slid down my spine. He never forgets. Especially he wouldn't forget to tell me he is traveling.

-Really? What are you shooting, darling?- I asked through giggle, pinching his abs. He chuckled, moving slightly to look me in the eyes.

-You already know me so well, darling. I'm working on a small, independent film. We will have only two months of shooting.-

I managed to hold in a gasp and fake a smile.

-Well that's nice. You won't be away for long then.- I smiled warmly. Tom let out a small laugh, kissing my cheek:

-No, no, darling! I'll be back in London before you know it!-

The enthusiasm in his voice worried me more than anything. He wasn't sad. He wasn't apologetic. And, more than anything, I could have sworn he was not honest.