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eighteen

prepare for cuteness 

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"Do you really love me?"

"What?" Bill's face spoke of only concern, clearly caused by my sudden words. He sat up almost instantly and crossed his legs, leaning over me somewhat. I was lying on the deck, as I usually did, and he had been beside me.

"Do you really love me?" I repeated.

"No, I heard you. I just don't understand why you'd need to ask." Bill responded, solemn and serious.

"It's nothing bad, Bill, I just like hearing you tell me you love me." I chuckled. His concern disappeared and a grin spread across his face.

"I do love you." He spoke. I sat up and put my elbows back, using them to support the upper half of my body.

"How will I ever part from you?" I spoke. He shook his head.

"Don't think of it now, Nancy. You'll ruin the moment."

"I didn't realise we were having a moment." I confessed, smiling. "Are we?"

"Maybe I should show you." Bill said. He placed a sweet, gentle kiss on my shoulder but kept his eyes on me. If it was a staring contest, he would win.

"You're very handsome, you know." I commented, smirking at him. "Actually, you do know."

"Any man would acknowledge his own handsomeness if he looked like me." Bill placed a hand on the back of my neck. His touch was electrifying. "Ego or not."

He moved to kiss me but I leaned away, returning to my position lying down. He frowned and kept the hand on the back of my neck, hovering over me.

"Nancy." He frowned.

"If you want to kiss me that bad you'll have to stoop to my level." I grinned. I couldn't make it too easy for him.

"Oh, really?" He scoffed.

It was cute little moments like this that just made me love him more. I mean, what more could I ask for? He was handsome, sweet, kind, and he had an unpredictable personality which I found exhilarating. Whenever I was with him I could feel that feeling in my stomach, only making me pine more. In my time with him I'd become a lovesick teenager that felt every emotion to the extreme, all for him. But I wouldn't change a single thing. Not now, not ever.

"I do love you so very much." I admitted. I felt I told him often, in truth, though he never grew tired of hearing it. His face lit up whenever I said it. "Do you remember when we met?"

"It was only a few months ago, Nancy." Bill reminded me. I nodded, acknowledging his words.

"But it feels like so long ago, doesn't it?" I questioned. "I remember when you walked into the restaurant all confident and trying to act all masculine."

"I was all confident and masculine!" Bill declared, flexing his bicep. "I still am."

"Well, I won't argue with that." I chuckled. "I don't know what it was. Whether it was Angelique and Antonia not shutting up about you or whether it was the fact you wanted me, out of all the other more beautiful girls there was."

"I didn't see anyone more beautiful than you." Bill shrugged. I scoffed.

"There was many Bill. You're only saying that to make me feel better."

"I'm not!" He exclaimed, frustrated by me. "I wanted only you."

"Sop." I muttered. Bill's grin only increased.