Got a bomb request that I'm working on but I want it to be perfect so like that'll be here #soon. Hope you enjoy!
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"Which hurt more? Falling from heaven or falling for me?" I laughed at him with sarcasm. I stared into his eyes. There is something about remaining eye contact while laughing that seems special.
"Hmm... heaven." I replied. He grinned and hoped up on the counter, leaning against a cupboard and swinging his legs softly.
"That's a lie. I'm very beautiful." He said jokingly, very jokingly. I put my hands on either side of him and looked up at him with a smile.
"That's true." I agreed. His smile slowly faded as our bodies grew closer together.
I didn't kiss him, but I stared into his eyes. I wanted our breathing to be in sync such as our souls were. I wanted to kiss him, but I respected him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked quietly, his head tilting slightly. I knew he was being serious. Serious enough that I wouldn't reply to him with sarcasm or dismiss him with a clueless reply. I looked down at his hands which were folded on his lap.
My heart was no longer trying to be in sync with his, but instead began beating faster. I wondered if his heart was trying to catch up with mine.
"Because I'm in love with you." I said quietly. Mitch moved his hands on my shoulders, resting them there for a moment before moving them behind my neck and locking his fingers together.
"I know. Thank you." He replied. I looked back up at him, a small tug at my lips made them curl into a smile.
"And I love you too." He added. I moved my hands to his waist, keeping them there loosely as he leaned forward and kissed my forehead.
He never liked kissing people. So when he kissed me, I felt like my spirit was dancing.
I felt like our souls were preforming a in this sky. Does that sound silly? Perhaps, but we all say silly things when we're dancing.
"Would you like to paint my nails?" He asked as he rested his forehead against mine. I tightened my arms around him and lifted him off the counter and placed him carefully on the ground.
"What color would you like, Mitch?"
I asked. He hummed in thought as he walked out of our kitchen and over to the bathroom. He left for about a minute, I sat patiently on our couch, before coming back with dark red nail polish and a top coat.
"Let's hope I don't mess this up." I mumbled sarcastically as he sat down. He laughed and placed his hands flat on the coffee table and I unscrewed the small container.
"I was thinking..." he started as I began painting his hands with a beautiful color.
"That's never good..." I replied. He giggled and shook his head slightly. He sighed before continuing.
I kept my focus on his nails, wanting him to be satisfied with them, as I listened to him intently.
"Do you maybe... do you think that we could... that we could maybe..." I narrowed my eyes although kept my gaze on his hands.
I waited for him to continue, knowing he wouldn't say anything else if I asked him to. He seemed to be thinking deeply about his choice words.
Although I stopped painting his nails and looked up at him after he spoke.
"I really wish we could get married."
He said hesitantly. I made eye contact with him; I smiled and averted my attention back to his nails.
"You know we can't..." I murmured regretfully, wishing it wasn't true.
"I mean... I know but... but..." He stammered.
I finished painting his nails and screwed the lid back on.
Mitch smiled and leaned back, placing his hands on his lap with his fingers spread apart as they began to dry.
"Well... um..." Mitch looked down and smiled slightly.
His eyes shined as he looked at me. His gaze went between my eyes, he sighed and turned toward me.
"I had this dream last night... we were married a-and we had this wedding and it was so beautiful, and we were able to wear these rings and they were... they looked so magical and then we were growing old and we had all these grandkids and we spelt our lives together. Like, like when the nurses were asking us how we met we had to go back like eighty years to recall it. Oh, and we had this house! It was this beautiful house, I don't know where it was or anything, but I loved it. But... but yeah, I was just thinking about it..."
I opened my mouth to respond, but the doorbell rang.
Mitch glanced at his wet nails, and looked at me. I stood up with a sigh and headed toward the front door.
I looked out through the window first, hoping it wasn't a girl scout because I truly have no will power.
I sighed and opened the door.
"Cole! Hey!" I greeted as I opened the door wider for him to walk inside.
"Hey Scott! How are you?" He asked. I smiled and closed the door.
"I'm good. You?" I asked as I turned toward him. I saw Mitch, sitting tense, on the couch.
"Just fine. Just came by to say hi and.." he glanced behind me at Mitch before looking back at me.
"Stuff." I pressed my lips together tightly and nodded, gesturing for him to walk in the living room.
"Hey Cole." Mitch greeted with a small smile, staying on the couch. Mitch looked down at his hands, gently scratching off a bit of nail polish that I got on his thumb.
Cole smiled and sat down. I stood by the door and watched as Mitch made eye contact with me.
"Why haven't you... texted or anything?" Cole asked. Mitch stammered quietly, crossing his legs and looked back at his nails.
"I just... I've been busy, you know? This new job is stressful and I just haven't been able to sit down and call, you know?" He finally replied. Cole nodded before looking down at his nails.
"And yet you've had enough time to paint your nails?" He said sarcastically. Mitch laughed awkwardly, quietly, and sat up a little straighter. (Gayer.)
"I didn't paint them, Scott did, but uh... yeah..." Cole looked over at me as he stood up.
"Yeah. Well anyway, I got to head out but... text me sometime?" He asked hopefully. Mitch stood up too and nodded hesitantly.
Cole leaned forward to give Mitch a peck on the lips, but Mitch subtly moved his head so coles lips landed on his cheek.
Cole pulled back and nodded once with a small smile before walking back toward me at the door. I opened it for him, murmuring a quick 'goodbye' as he walked out.
I closed the door and sighed.
What have we gotten ourselves into?
I walked back toward the couch and sat next to Mitch.
Mitch had been dating Cole for a year before me and Mitch had.
Mitch never really liked Cole, but he could never break up with him.
Cole was Mitch's boss.
We tried having Mitch ignore him, maybe Cole would dump him, but apparently he won't.
Mitch rested his head on my shoulder.
I turned slightly and kissed the top of his hand before resting my head on his.
"Which hurt more? Falling from heaven or falling for me?" I asked quietly.
Mitch sighed shakily, and held my hand tightly before whispering.
"You."
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