Static /// Colby Brock

You owe me something

Sabrina's POV

Ah, Maine. You can't pretend to be not mesmerized by the place. It has always been somewhere at the top of my list of heavens on Earth, close competition to LA and Brooklyn. Colby agrees with me on that one. In fact, he thanked me when we arrived to our hotel. To think what he could've missed out on if I didn't manage to convince him. Maine is worth a trip of any length. I remember going only once before the wedding, but I can't recall anything from that trip at all cause I was only seven years old.

- I owe you big time - he told me - Maine has never been a place I've wanted to visit. God, I've been missing out on some serious heaven.

- You see why you should always agree with me? - I said, giving his shoulder a playful punch 

- As if I haven't been doing that for two years now - he chuckled. I gave him a half playful, half serious glare - The better part of the last two years - he corrected himself.

I was satisfied enough by that. My "glare" turned into a smile as I kept looking at the water to our right. There were so many sailboats and rafts tied by the shore which was a problem. I could hardly keep myself at a distance. We had already wasted the film of our camera, filled it with a bunch of pics of us on the shore or posing in the vintage streets. 

- Studies show that agreeing with your significant other is one of the seven keys of success - I raised my pointer finger to emphasize my point

- And what are the other six? - he asked me

OK, he had me there - They didn't stick with me. I probably couldn't relate to them.

He just laughed and let me have the last word in the small bickering. He did that often. It was either because he didn't feel like bickering or just trusted my judgement enough to let it be considered right. I could even say that the sun turns around the Earth and he wouldn't bicker.

- You excited for tomorrow? - he asked me and took hold of my hand

It was an action meant to keep me away from the shoreline more than a romantic gesture but it could come off as either or.

I nodded eagerly - Oh, definitely. I'm a bit nervous to meet your friends though.

- Don't be - he tightened the grip on my hand - They'll love you.

I nodded again, a little more hesitantly than expected. My excitement was indeed through the roof so I let it hide the fact that I was a tiny bit nervous about meeting new people. 

- You know, I wasn't kidding when I called you a bad dancer - I smirked, looking Colby dead in the eye.

- Excuse me? How dare you? - he gave me a wide eyed look with his eyebrows raised in surprise

Oh the amount of effort it took to hold back all that laughter, you have no idea. - I mean, there's only one way to prove me wrong.....

- Dancing with you right here and right now? - he hurried to guess, bursting my bubble of composure, making me laugh.

- No, silly - I said through laughter - Just promise me a dance tomorrow at the wedding. 

- Consider it a promise - he said, placing his hand over his heart.

I kept laughing, covering my mouth with my hand in the process. He reached and took my hand in his, moving it away from my mouth - Don't cover up that smile. I wanna see it all the time. 

- Cheesy as hell there, Brock - I stopped walking and turned to him, wrapping myself in his arms

- Um, my apologies - he whispered with a deep, hot as hell voice