The ocean in his eyes

Five

Point of view: Beatrice

I couldn't have ever imagined myself in the spot that I was in, lying in Jame's bed, letting him cuddle me as if I was his old teddy bear. But I loved him, I loved the way that he rubbed circles into my back with his thumbs. How it made me feel relaxed and almost as if everything was okay. I was addicted to him, and with every addiction, comes the side affects. I began to feel weird little things in my chest and stomach when he said my name, and when he kissed me. Like my heart was going to explode, and my stomach felt like butterflies on a July afternoon. Somehow everything that crosses my mind is about him, and it's starting to worry me. I think I'm falling for him, and I've never liked falling. Because there's no guarantee he will catch me, and if he doesn't... I'm not sure that I'd be able to piece myself back together. "What's on your mind, baby?" He asked me, laying his hand to rest on my arm. "Uh-what? Nothing... just tired." I lied quickly, not able to express the thoughts that were currently flooding my mind. I turned towards him now, looking at him in the eyes. He smiled, "I don't like calling you beautiful." He said out of the blue, and I furrowed my brows. "Because I'm not." I said honestly, and he nodded. "Your right. Your so much more than an overused word. Your so much more than what people classify as beauty these days." He rambled on, and I blushed a bit, I'm not going to lie. How could I not? I smiled up at him, and pecked his lips. I noticed that that was the first time I was confident enough to kiss him first, what a surprise. "Beatrice?" He sat up and pulled me with him, looking a bit serious, I felt scared. Like he was going to tell me to leave or something. But instead, he grabbed my hand "I've known you for a long time now, and I tried to ignore my feelings. I tried to push them to the back of my mind, just because I don't want you to have to deal with my chaos. But I can't hide them anymore, even if you don't want me....I need you. Will you be my girlfriend Beatrice?" I covered my mouth, surprised and confused at the same time. My hand fell from my face involuntarily, "yes.... yes!" I smiled and so did he, "really??" He asked, looking surprised, and I nodded. He pulled me onto him, and we fell back. He kissed me, for what felt like forever, until we ran out of breath. "I love you." He said, breathless. And I smiled lightly, until I realized what he'd said. I got off of him, and I lates beside him now. He looked at me with caution, "fuck." I cursed, and his eyebrows pinched, "Im sorry..." he trailed off, and I shook my head. "No it's not you. It's me. I love you too James. So much...." I said, leaning towards him, I lied my head on his chest, and he smiled as we finished our movie.

I never knew this is what Love felt like.

But I'm glad I found out before it all came crashing down like a hurricane meeting the ocean.