Everytime I thought about the kiss, I wanted to scream. It was so perfect. The way he looked me in the eyes, I touched his beautiful face and then he grabbed my waist, pulling my body closer to his. His kiss was so passionate, soft at the beginning, his lips slowly touching mine and then so confident and the feeling of his hands on me. My heart was beating so fast.
Of course I was happy about Sam's confession, and of course I felt the same way. I was shook after all of this happened, but felt so warm and happy at the same time. I didn't know him long. Actually, only a for a week. But it was Sam and it was enough to know I was in love with him. That's why I went to that stupid jazz club instead of going home, I invited him to my apartment, I let him be in my head during all my classes and nights. That is why I felt so nervous every time before seeing him. When he said these magical, unexpected words , I realized they matched what exactly I was feeling.
I was worried because I didn't say anything. Sam told me he was in love with me, but I didn't do anything with that. I was just sitting there with my mouth and eyes open and touched his face. After the kiss, I told him he was gorgeous, but I didn't exactly said "I'm in love with you". What if he thought I wasn't feeling the same way? I should have said it.
All these thoughts were in my head when we were laying next to each other holding hands. We were looking at the sky, pretending to watch the stars but the truth is we were both thinking about that moment. I knew it was the best time to say that and I turned my head to look at Sam. I was so proud and happy I was holding his hand.
"Sam..."
He looked at me. We were still holdings our hands. I was looking at this coffee eyes.
"Yes?"
"What you just said..."
I felt Sam's fingers slowly moving on my hand, gently touching it.
"Oh Tatum, I know...." he started getting up and sat, with his hand still on mine. "I know I might have said it too fast..." Now he looked guilty and I completely didn't mean that.
I sat with him on the blanket.
"No, Sam it's not that." I smiled. "Calm down."
I couldn't help but I was bitting my lip while looking him in the eyes. He was so handsome. In that moment I discovered what was Sam's perfection about. He was cute. Like, totally adorable. His coffee eyes were kind, his smile was more than thousand words. His hair and skin were glowing and he was always peaceful. But he wasn't just "a cute guy" or something. He was very charming and sweet but at the same time so sexy. The way he was touching his hair, his long fingers plucking the bass, his care, his way of being. He was sweet and kind Sammy, but he was also sexy, attractive and charming. Sometimes we were talking like best friends, sometimes it was flirty. That kiss was a reflection of it. It was soft and romantic, but later we were both passionate. That was working on me like magnet.
"I didn't say that then. And I should have. But I'll tell this now, because it's true." I was holding his hand.
Sam looked at me questioningly and I took a deep breath.
"I'm in love with you too" I finally said. Now I wanted to kiss him even more. "And it's since the all beginning. Since I went to jazz club, since I saw you. I was sitting there just because of you. And even though I hate the circumstances we started talking in" We both laughed. "But you were... in my head from the all beginning" I barely said these last words. My heart was beating fast, and it was really hard to say them. But now when it happened I felt relieved.
"That's okay.." Now Sam was sitting looking at me with his eyes wide open. He had this dreamy look again.
"That's okay?" I asked him smiling, I knew these words just went from his mouth because he didn't know what to say.
