Will He Wake Up? ~short story~

2

I was almost finished with my makeup and hair, so I stepped in front of the full-length mirror that hung on my bathroom door. I examined myself.

Alan told me to dress formal, so I had a silky black dress on and a pair of red-bottom heels. The dress I flaunted hugged my waist and clung to my bottom, accentuating my curves. It was the perfect length to show off my freshly-waxed legs in all their ultra smooth glory.

After a while, I could hear Alan pacing outside the door.

"Are you almost done?" He called from behind the door, dragging out the last word. I could hear the excitement in his voice.

"Yeah, babe. Just putting on my mascara."

He groaned. "What's mascara again?" I can't help but giggle at his response.

"The eyelash stuff!"

"Ah, no! You're too gorgeous, Jossy. You don't need the eyelash stuff. Now let's go!" I smiled.

"But I wanna look pretty for you. Give me a minute."

"Ugh. Okay. You have to kiss me like 5 times though because you've been in there for like five hours."

"It's only been 45 minutes, Alan!"

"Definitely longer. Just hurry. I wanna have you in my arms again," he whined, and I chortled.

"You can live."

"No, I can't," I heard him say, and he laughed again.

"One last step," I said, grabbing the heart bracelet he got me the previous year and slipping it onto my wrist. I took the locket from the counter and opened the door. Alan was standing there. He immediately pulled me into a warm embrace.

"You're so gorgeous," he kissed my forehead, "and stunning," he kissed my nose, "and beautiful." He pecked my lips. I kissed his nose in return and held up the locket.

"I need help with this."

"Not until I get my five kisses," he teased, and I rolled my eyes and kissed him 10 times all over his face.

I never put lipstick on because Alan was always like this. He begged for kisses from me twenty-four hours a day, daily. I thought it was adorable, so I always gave in and smooched his soft skin. He acted like he was starved of kisses, though. He would whine and nag me.

Laughing and grinning, he nodded and spun me around by my shoulders.

He pushed my hair aside to clip the locket, and I felt fire where his fingers brushed my bare flesh.

"Let's go, my queen."

I turned around and hugged him one last time before we left the apartment for our date. It was amazing.

Alan had reserved a table for two at a magnificent restaurant, with glowing candles scented of roses and a crystal tiered chandelier right above where we sat.

The food was fabulous. I ordered salmon, and it was so perfectly cooked that I thought it might melt into liquid and run down my throat. Alan was telling me how sweet and spectacular and superb I was the whole time.

His smile could halt all of my brain function. His teeth were so white and straight and perfect. He was shining, he was beaming, and he was mine. Totally and completely mine.

Eventually, dinnertime was over. This was a gift enough, the glistening locket and amazing dinner. We even took a picture for it at the restaurant. I expected Alan to take us right home afterwards, but he didn't. He took an exit away from our apartment building. I placed my hand over his.