When We Met

Twenty Seven

|Martin|

Happy is the only word in my dictionary at the very moment. Happy, ecstatic, jovial, excited, enthralled, loved. Or maybe in love.

I know it's too early to say something like that. But what I feel with Cheryl Donovan is impossible to explain using linguistics. You might have to step inside my shoes to actually realise what I'm going through.

I had felt something similar to this when I was in a serious relationship with Dina. Hell, I had even imagined us getting married and living happily ever after. But, I realised the hard way that that doesn't work out all the time.

Cheryl made me forget about Dina every single time. Initially, I used to compare the both of them and conclude that what I had with Dina was something out of those sappy romantic movies, that turn out to leave an impact on you. I never thought that I'd come close to feeling similarly with Cheryl.

Life surprised me again by proving me wrong. And this time, things turned out pretty well.

My left cheek is pressed flush against hers and I can literally feel the grin that must be plastered on her face. The image sends a spark through my body and I tighten my grip around her waist, pressing her back against my chest. She places her tiny little hand over mine and tries to get an upper hand over the stirrer. I chuckle, because only Cheryl Donovan is capable of doing something as childish as that.

I wish someone would capture this moment in a camera and save it for ever.

Well, I don't know about said photographer, but someone does disturb our little moment by ringing the damned doorbell.

I swear that one of these days, I'll end up screwing Cheryl's doorbell and then have an earful from her for doing something like that.

But when she groans like a severely annoyed kid, I decide to conclude that even she is considering demolishing that useless invention.

"On the face of this planet, there's no place that can let you live in peace and quiet." I grumble and she breaks into a chuckle.

"Let's ignore it, shall we?" She plants a kiss on my cheek and I totally agree with her. I whisk her around and grin when she squeals like a kid. Her arms hook themselves around my neck and there's a mischievous glint vaguely visible in her facial expressions.

I raise my eye brow.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask as her fingers play with my hair, which have grown a bit longer. She might've noticed that.

"I was thinking ab–" The doorbell goes off again, followed by a very familiar yell.

"ARE YOU SLEEPING YOUR ASS OFF, WOMAN?! LET ME IN, IT'S URGENT!"

"And that's our cue to let go of each other." Cheryl mutters as she tries to create some distance between us.

But I don't oblige. Of course. I pull her towards me and hoist her up on my shoulder. She shrieks and lets her arms and legs flail around as I carry her around the room, ignoring the fact that this delay might be exasperating the angry young woman outside the door.

"Madeline will murder me, okay? Do you want that to happen?" She shouts and tries her best to conceal the excitement in her voice.

"I'll be your knight in shining armor and protect you from any sort of harm that Madeline might throw your way. I promise!" I shout back and she hollers with laughter.

"I CAN HEAR YOU LAUGHING, CHERYL DONOVAN! ARE YOU GETTING IT ON WITH THE LOVER BOY?!"

Okay. That pretty much does the trick and we stop doing whatever we were doing. Cheryl takes this as an opportunity to jump out of my grip and run towards the door.