Halfway In Love (#Wattys2016)

39 - He looked absolutely breathtaking, angelic, beautiful.

<Update : 05/05/17>

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Chapter 39 - He looked absolutely breathtaking, angelic, beautiful.

He placed his finger on my lips and that was it. Some wire broke off in my body and new, strange, exciting feelings started running up and down my body. He leaned forward and the second he smiled at me, I knew I was done for.

I was in like with Dave.

"Anyway, I just wanted to say, if you want you know, I could play the guitar for you today." His words distracted me from my realization for a moment. He had said it all in a rush, maybe hoping that I wouldn't catch it, but I did and I grinned very very broadly.

"But I understand if you're not free or anything...."

"Oh," I waved him off, "I have all the time in the world." I winked. His ears turned red.

"Well, okay then, let's go."

I couldn't keep my eyes off him. As he lead me to his car, as he opened the door for me, as he walked around the front of the car to the driver's seat, as he got in and pulled out the parking lot and as we drove off. Maybe he did notice me noticing him, but he didn't say anything.

"Why are you laughing?" I narrowed my eyes at him as he twisted the key to get in the house.

He chuckled. "You're bouncing."

"Of course! I'm excited duh!"
"Why?" He seemed genuinely surprised.

"I have never seen anyone play a guitar live before. I mean I have.. You know what I mean!" I blushed. Problem was, even I didn't know what I was so excited for. Dave playing? Dave singing? Wait a second.. Is he going to sing too? I have never heard him sing before. What if he sings? What if he sings brilliantly? What if....

"Stephie?" My heart skipped a beat when he called me that. I never noticed when he changed from 'Stephanie' to "Steph' to 'Stephie' but he was the only one who called me this.

And I was liking it. Far too much.

I shook my head and focused on him. We were already in some room, the only furniture being a chair on which he was already seated on and a couch on which I slowly lowered myself, my eyes never wandering off him. He was sat with a guitar in his hand, in that particular stance required. When he saw I was back to the present, he lowered his head to start. The window in the room was behind him and the setting sun poured its golden rays all over him making him glow. Locks of hair fell into his eyes and my breath failed me.

He looked absolutely breathtaking, angelic, beautiful.

The first notes filled the air and I was completely spellbound. His fingers worked flawlessly, the music making me fly, transporting me somewhere magical.

And then he did something I was afraid he would.

He started singing.

If I could save time in a bottle