My Number Twenty

Chapter Six

Chapter 6
Chicago is absolutely the most amazing place in America...heck the world. The food is beyond the delicious, the sports teams (except the Cubs) are fantastic, and it's just great to be here. Especially with Brandon. By the time we walked out of Lou's, the clock read 12:00pm.
There was nothing planned of our journey but to wing it.
Our first destination was to The Bean. Literally no one was there; the whole place to ourselves. I've been to The Bean only a few times, so seeing it now was spectacular. There was a little bit of snow that covered the rounded top, but under the structure was clean. Brandon grabbed my hand and pulled me to the gap. "Lie down!" He gently guided me down and then positioned himself next to me. I looked up to see the Chicago Skyline. "Spectacular."
"It is." I couldn't stop marveling at the stunning image.
I looked around the reflection to find Brandon and I. We were just lying there; his hands cushioning his head, my hands just resting right below my chest. I moved my hand to rustle his hand into mine. In the mirrored imagine, I saw Brandon smile. His grip tightened.
We sat there for awhile longer in silence. Then I broke it. "This is just as good as looking at the skyline from a boat in Lake Michigan. It's beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you." I smirked to his cliché comment.
I turned my body onto the side so I'd face Brandon; our hands still attached. He copied my same movements. He then grabbed my hip and pulled me closer to him until there was little to no space separating us. Our hands separated to support ourselves. Brandon's hand rested on my hip while my hand cradled his face.
I soon got lost his his gorgeous eyes while my mind ran off somewhere. His eyes stayed in me and his lips were curved up in a smile.
We laid there for what seemed hours but was actually only a couple minutes. Brandon leaned in and kissed me which broke me out of my trance. When he pulled away, I leaned right back in to continue the kiss. After a tiny bit, we both pulled away and couldn't stop grinning.
"Wanna get going?" Brandon suggested as he pulled his hand away to check the time.
"Sure." I answer with a smile. We were under The Bean for about twenty minutes.
While we got up, our hands intertwined once more. It started to snow lightly, fluffy, powder-sugar like. Brandon and I aimlessly walked around the town, lovestrucked, I guess.
The two of us made our way to the beach of Lake Michigan. The white grass soon turned to sand. the sand wasn't loose, but slightly hard. The cold weather stiffened the ground, though the top had some loose particles. Lake Michigan's water crashed against the frozen beach.
Brandon and I walked near the water, but far enough not to get soaked.
"I love this." I looked to Brandon as he walked on the far side of the water.
"So do I. Chicago is gorgeous. you're gorgeous. Wait...no. You're beyond gorgeous, you're hilarious, smart, and an athlete." He took a short pause. "You're also mine." I smiled, taking it all in.
"Why thank you, Brandon. Well, you're quite a handsome man, the politest guy I've ever met, and you're a hockey player."
"That pretty much says it all."
"What? My descriptions or you being a hockey player?"
"Both, I guess. Especially on how I'm a hockey player." I laughed and leaned on Brandon's shoulder. He then rested his head on mine.
Seconds turned to minutes, as a minutes turned to hours. After walking along the coast, we headed back for Brandon's car. A far walk, but one that's worth while.
When Brandon and I arrived in the car, the time was 2:36; at least an hour till Brandon would have to get ready.
"Do you want to head over to my place?" Brandon asked as he put the car into gear, then gripping my hand again.
"I'd love to." The tips of my lips curved up even more, though my teeth didn't show.
The drive only took a little over ten minutes. It turns out that he lived pretty close, walking distance, from me. Brandon found a spot in the lot and came over to my side of the car. "Here's the place." He looked up and I followed. "A loft unit. Right there, at the corner." Brandon pointed to the very top floor, over to the very edge on the my left side.
Once we got inside the building, the heat came straight to me. I took off my sweatshirt which revealed a long sleeved Blackhawks shirt with an Under Amour under. Brandon guided me to the elevator and pushed the "32nd" floor button.
The elevator climbed the building, dinging at each floor. Luckily for us, the elevator went straight up. When the elevator reached our floor, Brandon stepped out and towards his room while I followed. The walk was somewhat long, two minutes at an average walking speed for me.
Brandon pulled out his keys and unlocked the apartment. He pushed the door open saying, "Welcome to my home."
A sectional was right ahead with a flat screen hanging on the wall; 48 inches give or take. This was the center of his living quarters because from all angels, except the wall, had two steps going down to it. To the left is where the kitchen and eating area laid. The counters were a white granite that sparkled and stainless steal appliances lined the area. The tables and chairs were clear except for the silver bars that kept them together. Between the two areas was a hall that I guessed lead to his room and the restroom.
"Wow! This is magnificent."
"That's not even the best part!" He yanked me through the hallway to his room. To the right, a short, wide bed and to the opposite wall a large closet. The back wall stood doors and large curtains. Brandon pulled me along and opened the doors; Chicago was in front of me. A balcony lead out to a gorgeous view. Brandon giggled as he saw my face lit up in astonishment.
"Brandon, I love it!" I went up to the railing to look down to an empty sidewalk and nearly empty street. Brandon walked up and pulled me next to him like the many times before.
"Do you want to go in? Relax?" His voice was just smooth and well, polite.
"Let's go." Our hands automatically locked together.
The couch was as comfortable as can be and I sat there right up and down. Brandon sat down in the corner of the couch, pulled me over, and just wrapped his arms around me. I set back my head onto his chest, my free hand resting on his muscular abdomen.
Brandon turned on the tv to some movie, but turned it the volume nearly off. His free hand tilted my head towards him and kissed me while everything in Chicago when completely silent for us.