Genesis

Psychics in September

     I smiled as I ran my fingertips over the soft, white pages of the little notebook, looking at the to-do list Dorian and I made what seemed like forever ago. Really, it was only two months ago. Well, two months and thirteen days, when I checked my watch. The date was September seventh, and tomorrow was going to be the best day ever.

     "Who's ready for the best day ever?" Dorian asked me as he climbed into our tent, zipping closed the door and throwing off his coat. A gust of chilly September wind brushed the bare skin of my back as Dorian threw himself to lay down next to me. I felt warm again when he leaned close and locked his lips with mine for a few moments.

     I raised my eyebrow at him playfully, "And what makes you think that you can just climb in here and kiss me like that?"

     He smiled his smile, running his hand through his hair before he said, "Oh, I don't know. I thought the fact that you're my girlfriend might count for something."

     "And who said I was your girlfriend?" I asked him.

     "Well, Mayanna did, constantly. But that was before she zipped open our tent while we were... well, you should know. You were there."

     I smiled coyly, "Well, that may be true. But I still don't recall you having asked me out."

     "I didn't think I had to."

     "And why is that?" I asked. I saw a hint of mischief gleaming in his eyes as he smirked at me.

     "Well, for one, you're lying naked in our tent."

     I raised my eyebrows with a scoff, "I am not naked! I'm wearing underwear."

     "Exactly. And that's about all that you're wearing."

     "What about my bra?" I asked him.

     "Doesn't count."

     "And why not?"

     "Because it'll be off in about twenty seconds."

     I smirked back at him, "Is that a fact?"

     "Yes, it is."

     "And how could you possibly know that for a fact?"

     "Didn't I ever tell you? I'm psychic. So you can trust me when I say that tomorrow's going to be the best day ever, and you can definitely trust that your bra is coming off in three seconds."

     I smiled as he locked his lips with mine once more, feeling his hand running up my back and my bra-strap coming undone.

     "What did I tell you? I'm psychic," he whispered, leaning in for another kiss, a look of surprise crossing his face when I hesitated to let him.

     He waited another moment before asking me, "Is everything okay?"

     "Yeah, everything's better than okay."

     When I bit my lip, his surprise changed to concern.

     "What's wrong?"

     "Nothing's wrong. It's just that... nevermind. It's stupid."

     He smiled at me, "Quinn Cortermaux, nothing you say could ever be in the same sentence as stupid, so tell me."

     I bit my lip again, "It's really nothing. It's... It's just that... I think I might love you."

     His smile was a hearth that drew my eyes in, so that when I looked at him, I knew my heart had found its home.

     "You're right," he said, drawing his smile into a smirk, "That does sound pretty stupid."

     I grabbed his coat and threw it at his face. 

     He quickly threw it away again, "But, I guess that makes me an idiot, because I love you too, Quinn Cortermaux."

     And that's when I realized that he was looking at me the exact same way I was looking at him. That his heart had found a home with me, too. That's when he kissed me again, and all I could think was that I was his and he was mine, and we were both, undeniably, home.