The Sweet Nothings || ✓

'YOU GOT THE GLORY, THE GANG!"

I wake up to the gentle brush of his lips against my bed tousled hair. I smile as I embrace the warm feeling spreading through me at the thought of waking up to this forever.

But as soon as it came, it goes. I think back to the bottles of medicines kept on my washroom basin and feel cold sweep over me. I shiver slightly at the thought of my possible death.

The change in my demeanour doesn't go unnoticed by him. He pulls me closer to him, thinking that I am cold and gently pulls my chin upward so that I look into his deep steel blue eyes.

"Good morning." Damien whispered, gazing into my eyes as I looked back at him. His eyes always seem to suck me in. I feel like I can drown just by looking into them. To me, they promise of battles and storms that we have fought together and those that are yet to come. To me, they are a sign of peace and unconditional love. To me, they are my world.

I watched as a lazy smile made way onto his face. "You are doing it again." He said.

I look at him quizzically. "Doing what again?" I ask.

"You are gazing. Like really 'eyes wide open, mouth slightly ajar, drool dripping down' gazing." He says.

My first instinct is to reach my hand up and check the corners of lips for any trace of said drool. When I find there is none, I scowl and hit him softly against his chest.

"I don't 'eyes wide open, mouth slightly ajar, drool dripping down' gaze at you." I mimic him. He laughs softly and presses a kiss to my nose.

"You look damn cute in denial, sunshine." He says earning another hit on the chest but this one being quite harsh. I can feel the heat creep up my neck and spread through my face as I glare at him.

"Ow women! It's alright. This," he points towards himself, "is all yours. You can gaze as much as you want."

I get up and straddle him. Picking up the pillow from beside his head, I slam it onto his face.

"I." slam "Hate." slam "You." slam

He suddenly turns us over so that he is on top of me. He throws away the pillow from between us and looks down at me, eyes glinting with happiness.

"I." He bends down and presses a kiss on my forehead.

"Love." He presses a kiss gently on my nose.

"You." He leans down to kiss me on my lips but before his lips can touch mine, I push him off me and he ends up falling on the ground with a loud 'ompf.'

"Now get out. I need to get ready." I say and stand up from the bed. He is still on the floor, so he looks up at me with puppy eyes.

To tease him I stretch a little, causing my T-shirt to rise up slightly. I watch as his hands reach up to touch my bare skin but I swat his hand away. "Hey! No touching till after the first date." I remind him.

He looks at me weirdly and then smiles as he gets up and moves towards the door. "Well, I thought considering you had no complains last night when I was doing a lot of touching-" I pick up a pillow from the bed and throw it in his direction but it ends up hitting the back of the closed door.

I could still hear his hearty laugh from the other side of the door.
"Meet me downstairs in an hour!" He screams and I listen to his footsteps fade down the corridor.

I smile to myself and move towards my closet. As I skim through my dress options my mind registers to the fact that it's been nearly five months from the day that all the ruckus and chaos of my lives ended.