『 the sound of you and i 』 ➤ the first "sounds" book

❀ ｐｒｏｌｏｇｕｅ ❀

"Are you okay?" He asks, looking at my terrified eyes. He knows the answer but he likes to ask me anyway. I think it's sweet.

He doesn't move his eyes from mine. I take a deep breath. "No, but I have to be." I bite my lip and lean my head on his shoulder. "I need to get my shit together." I quickly run over everything that's happened and how unreal this all feels.

He shakes his head, kissing my cheek while rubbing my sides. I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love. "Do you think you'll ever be okay?" He asks again. He seems so concerned about me as he quickly glances around the clinic. I'm freaking out and he knows it so he looks back to me and comforts me with his eyes.

He wraps his arms around me, running a hand through my hair. It slides out almost immediately and it feels weird. But nice. I think for a second. It was honestly a tough question. After everything I've been through, I don't know anymore. So I tell him.

"I don't know. I hope so." I smile. Everything feels like a dream, this is all I've ever wanted and more. I can't believe I've finally come to this day.

He smiles too, kissing my head before looking at me. "I like the sound of you being okay." He grins. His smile is so beautiful. "You deserve happiness." It's so genuine that I almost cry. He's literally the guy I want to marry. He's perfect.

"I like the sound of you and I," I mumble, and then his face comes closer to mine and he presses his lips against my own and the issue of me not being okay doesn't seem as big anymore.

That is until someone who's like me walks by, a package in their hand and I freak out again because that'll be me in a few minutes.

He feels me freak out and breaks our kiss, holding me tight. I want to sob with happiness and fear and over everything that's slowly gotten me here.

"I'm sorry your mom isn't here," he mumbles, giving me a gentle squeeze before pulling back to look over me fully.

"It's okay, Viola's back home for when it happens. She's all I need. And you, too."

He smiles and I melt and I kiss him again because he's so addicting. I've never been more in love and I'm so surprised I didn't realise he was in love with me for that long, either.

I look to the counter and freak out a bit again as the brown bag is placed on the desk.

"This is it," he whispers in my ear, kissing my cheek afterwards. "Are you ready?"

But I don't have time to answer.

"Can Ashton Rye please come up to desk two? Your first package of testosterone is ready."