If life is a movie, you are the best part || Jeff Wittek

I got cought up in the moment||part 33

Suggested song: I'm so tired.. by troye Sivan ft. Lauv

As soon as he closes the door behind me I can feel a lump in my throat.

I don't know why but I just realized now that it's only the two of us here.

And also we are in his private space.

I think that the bedroom is the most private space we own.

Nobody else can get in or only the people really close to us and that we choose.

He has his world in here and he perfectly knows where everything is and how things roll.

He opens his closet and I seat on the edge of his bed right in front of him.

'Okay I think I have an outfit in my mind' he says getting some clothes out.

'Should I try this on?' He says.

'Yes sure' I reply.

He disappears in the bathroom.

I pick up my phone and I scroll my Instagram while waiting for him to come out of the toilet.

I hear the door opening and he comes out wearing a black leathered jacked, a white T-shirt and a pair of black jeans.

'What do you think?' He says turning around.

'Mm... I think it looks great but you should wear something more elegant' I say studying his look.

'Okay so the most elegant things I have are a white shirt, a blue suit and a bow tie'

'That's great! I think it's perfect. Try it on' I suggest.

He gets back in the toilet and comes out a few minutes later.

'So is it good?' He says going to look at himself in his full length mirror right next to the closet.

I stand up and I go right next to him to look at his reflection.

'I think it's perfect' I say. 'Wait let me fix this' I say turning his body to me.

I notice that his bow tie isn't straight. I untie it and I do it again.

I can see him looking down at me.

As I'm in the middle of tying the bow he stops my hands from redoing it.

He gets my hands in his. I don't stick them out this time.

He keeps looking straight at me and I do the same.

I stare at his dark eyes and then I go down to his nose and to his lips.

God I want to kiss him right now.

I can't contain myself and I bite my lips. I see him staring at them.

I stick one of my hands out of his and I gently put my palm on his cheek.

I can feel his beard under my hand. I feel his cheek bone raising and I understand that a smile just popped onto his face.

I rarely get to see him smiling and so I enjoy every second of it.

My desire of kissing him is raising everyday more, since the disco night, and every second more, now that he's so close to me.

I want him and I'm finally admitting it to myself.

He's the only one I have ever wanted.

I should stop thinking that it's too early to be with another person.

My ex has had a girlfriend since right before we broke up.

I need to stop putting stupid rules in my life.