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Part 62: necklace

Adriana:

There's a lot of thigs we still need to do for the house, and I have a lot of unpacking to do.

Shawn finished up in the living room and came to help me with putting up the cabinets. I got loads of boxes filled with plates, pots, pans, cutlery... basically everything kitchen related , from my grandma.
She moved in with my mum and dad so I took all her things for our home.

It's weird to say that I'm not at home at the age of eighteen, already living on my own, practically moved in with my 'boyfriend'.
But I'm happy, and isn't that all that matters?

"Shawn, darling. I'm finished in the kitchen. I- what are you up to?" I chuckled, walking in to the pantry to see him just looking down at his hands, his back facing me. He turned around and in his hands I saw a small chain hanging from his fingertips.

"I was going to wait for later on but I figured now was a good time?"
He questioned himself again, not really knowing if it's the right time or not. That only made the moment way more cuter. "Uhm.. so basically, Brian helped me search for it and with then few dollars I could scratch together I bought you this." He held up the necklace.

"You know you just gave away how cheap this is." I laughed, seeing his eyes growing wider. "Shit!"
"No no, that's okay. Honestly it's the thought that counts and no amount can ever be compared to the love I have for you." He clipped it around my neck and I looked down at my chest, seeing the small 'S' hanging from the chain.

"I love it. Thank you so much." I said softly, cupping his cheek before pressing my lips to his.

Every kiss is a timeless moment.
Every touch is a feeling and step closer to heaven.
I love him.

I was smiling in to the kiss, feeling him smiling as well. "Can we just stay home in sweatpants, watch movies and cuddle on the couch?" He whispered, resting his forehead against mine before lifting me up and gently pressing me against the wall of the pantry, kissing down my neck.
"No. We have to go because we promised Brian a party. And I really want to get ot of the house." I said, really tempted to say that we can stay because I can never get enough of him, I'm addicted to him.

His lips are like a drug, you kiss them once and you're hooked forever.
One feeling of his touch and you cave in.
You want more with every second of it passing. But we need to go to the party.

"Shit, I really just wanted you." He locked his eyes on mine. "You've changed so much. And I'm so proud of you for being you again."

"I love you, and I promise you I won't break your heart. Adriana, why do I feel like this is meant to be?" He chuckled, but I was on the edge of crying of love for him.
No words can express it, and I honestly feel it too. Do you ever get that struggle on telling someone you love them, because you love them ao much but now words, not even the phrase 'i love him or her so muh it can't be described', defines it in depth.

No words, no matter how big it is or how much definition it carries, it's always not the right word to explain it.
That's my love for him.

"Maybe it is." I whispered, caressing his cheek. "Baby, why are you tearing up?" He asked concerned, pulling me in to a hug as I wrapped my legs around him tighter, holding him.

"Because you're the one." I mumbled in to his neck.

I hope nothing will break this.
He only held me tighter, kissing my neck as I felt his hands on my thighs, his thumbs caressing the parts where he is holding me up. Gosh, the butterflies in my stomach are going wild, and I can't contain my burning cheeks.

He makes me feel so many things at once, even the bad things. I feel happy, secure, loved, and all good, but then there's also a part of fear, unsure and worry.

I'm just afraid to lose what we have, it was so slow building to get where we are, but now that we have each other... what if we lose?