Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Marry You pt. 3

Author's Note

Hey Hooligans, 

Here's the next part of my latest one-shot mini series 'Marry You' (wow a bit of an early post! fifteen minutes early to be exact, haha (embarrassed look). I'm just really happy to have this one ready since I've been really struggling with my posting schedule. I hope you all enjoy this part, I had alot of fun writing it! 

Please let me know what you think of it in the comments below, on my wall or in my inbox, I love hearing what you all think, anyway I'll let you go now, enjoy!

Jaz

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"Forgot your pack?" You ask recalling one of his pitfalls: his smoking habit.

"I quit." He stands up straight ans glances at the ground. "The urge still creeps up on me sometimes." He exhales audibly but doesn't look at you.

"How long has it been since you quit?" You ask without thinking.

"Two years."

"When did you get engaged?"

"A year ago." He nods slowly as he reached into one of his pants pocked. He retrieves something. There's a small crackling and he pops something, presumably a candy into his mouth. He pushes it into his cheek and shifts his weight to one foot. He starts to turn toward you and something catches your eye. There's something hanging around his neck. You notice and remember his gold crucifix then his wedding band next to it.

"You still have..." He looks down and holds it between his fingers. He seems to show you his hands which only bear one ring on the index finger of his right hand. In the dim light, you can see that it's a simple ring with a wide band and a plain smooth face. You look up and his eyes meet yours again. As he stares back at you and his eyes change as you peer back at him. He looks away again. You take a deep breath and try to swallow the hurt wafting off of him.

"You look great. That color has always looked good on you." You feel your eyes widen a little as you play his compliment over again in your head. You look down at your outfit and smile as you shift your weight from one foot to the other. You chose to wear this deep emerald jumpsuit set on a whim out of not wanting your movement to be stunted by a dress. Before you can stop yourself, you have already begun to reply to him.

"You're wearing your hair natural again," you pause. "It looks good." You slowly draw your eyes up his figure just in time to see him smile. Straight teeth, dimpled cheeks and tiny twinkles in his eyes to boot. He looks back out at the scenery.

"Its good to see you," he leans away from the railing but then rests his arms on it and leans down on them. "I was hoping I'd get to talk to you but, just went I decided to try...I looked around but I didn't see you."

"I have to get going," you state. "Like I said I--" he cuts you off gently.

"You promised your fiancé you wouldn't be out late." You look away then back at him and notice that the tiny twinkle that was present in his eyes has disappeared once again. You take a deep breath and against your better judgement you walk toward him. He inhales sharply and his eyes fall on you widen with a surprised look. His lips part but he doesn't say anything. You start to stand on the tips of your toes but upon realizing that your heels making you just a half inch shorter than him you carefully lower yourself and lean toward him. He smells just as good as you thought he might, a mix of laundry tropical rum and earthy scents. You place your left hand on his cheek and carefully press you lips to his right. As your faces remain close, you hear and feel his breathing hitch for a moment as you hold him close. As you pull away and your nose brushes his cheek he exhales as though he's been holding more than a deep breath, more like a singer's breath. You step away from him but not far enough to loose the intensity of his scent or the heat wafting off of his body. You start to look up at him but before you cane he's already grasping your head from behind. He gingerly cradles the back of your skull in his hands and draws you back to him.