Leaning on his chest I watched silently how he turned the pages of the book in his hands, my breathing followed the slow rhythm of his; from time to time, I would raise my head to see one of his sweet smiles. The sun had set a few hours ago so the only thing that illuminated the room was a soft light coming from the lamp placed on his bedside table.
His concentrated gesture implied that he was enjoying his night-time reading probably almost as much as I enjoyed watching the light of the lamp painting lights and shadows on his face.
I looked at his sharp eyes, adorable nose, and soft lips; a vague memory of how they felt with mine came to mind, as our last kiss would have been years ago when it was just before his reading session started. I began to crave to relive that feeling but at the same time I didn't want to distract him, so I focused my attention on the book although it was an impossible mission since he was turning the pages faster than I could read. I then looked at his hands; soft and big, the latter reminded me of that day some time ago when we put our hands together to know how smaller was mine compared to his, I laughed silently, a phalanx and a half bigger.
Impatient, I looked back at his face but to my surprise, he was watching me with a smile painted on his face. I noticed how my cheeks turned red; 2 years of relationship and he still manages to make me feel nervous.
-My arachnid sense tells me that you want something, am I wrong?- he said softly.
-You are not, but I can wait for you to finish- I answered with a smile.
-Casually I don't feel like reading anymore- he smirked- tell me what you need and I'll give it to you, honey.
He stretched to leave the book on the bedside table and then turned on the bed to face me; I gently caressed his cheeks while watching him silently, trying to remember his features and details, my eyes stopped on every one of these before reaching his observant eye.
While looking at him, I brought my hands to the back of his neck and stroked his hair slowly and gently; his eyes closed gradually and his face looked even more relaxed than it already was. I gave him a soft kiss; the silence had been broken by the sound of our lips colliding. From time to time I felt his soft tongue collide with mine. His hands grabbed me gently by the waist while mine brought him closer to me.
-I love you, John- I said as we parted.
-I love you too, honey- he simpered.
-Are you sleepy?- I asked suddenly.
-Not at all- he said while shaking his head- Are you thinking the same as me?
-Movie and cuddles- we said at the same time.
We ran to the living room sofa; after sitting down, he took control of the TV and turned it on.
What do you want to see? - he asked.
Surprise me- I said playfully.
He smiled and started looking for a movie to watch; judging his mischievous gesture I deduced that I was going to choose a scary movie to try to scare me, what would happen would be the opposite, he would be more scared than me. Seconds later my prediction came true, he chose The Conjuring 1, I had already seen it but I liked it so I said nothing. In the middle of the movie I noticed that he stopped being scared of the jumpscares, so I turned my head to look at him, he was asleep or at least it seemed so.
-Teddy?- I pinched his cheek.
He opened his eyes smiling and gave me a quick kiss on the nose.
- I'm sleepy, can we go to bed? -he said drowsily.
I smiled tenderly and nodded; after turning off the TV we stood up and, holding hands, we went back to bed. Once again, he stretched to the bedside table but this time to turn off the light. I waited for him to settle in bed to curl up beside him, his arms hugged me bringing me closer to him. I felt his warm breath near my neck; A shiver ran down my spine when I felt his lips leave a soft kiss there.
Although he said the following in a whisper, the silence of the room and his proximity allowed me to hear it clearly.
¨You're the best thing that has ever happened to me¨
I am not a writer and English is not even my native language but I have written something that I am proud of and that is what counts.I dedicate my first Johnny one-shot to my sweet honey
