Sprousehart Oneshots

my promise

The temperature of the ocean sent chills down my spine, especially considering it was midnight and there were only two bodies to warm it up: Cole and I.

"Come on, Lils!" he yelled, ducking under a wave.

I laughed, not a care in the world, as a flood of salt water threw itself onto me.

Cole pulled me close, leaving not a single millimeter between us. Tucking my hair behind my ear, he whispered, "You look beautiful."

My hair was a combination of wet tangles and frizzy ends. But the truth was, he called me beautiful any day at any time. That's how much he loved me.

I kissed him, my lips touching his with nothing but passion and lust. The moment allowed time to stand still, before a wave pulled us under water, still in each other's grasp.

We came up splashing and spattering, all while laughing our heads off. It didn't matter where we were or what we were doing. It didn't matter how many photographers had taken our picture as we walked the beaches of Hawaii, or how many media companies had published it. We were together. That's all that mattered.

"I never want to leave," I said softly, playing with a piece of his soaking wet hair, "Hell, I don't even want this night to end."

"Me neither, Lils, me neither." he laughed, floating atop the water.

He was tan and beautiful and perfect, and I realized in that moment that I never had, and never would love anyone the way I loved him. And that was a promise.