Heart to Heart

Chapter 5

A/N:
So I know that Theo's birthday is in december 16th. But i'm probably going to make it a bit earlier. Continue to the story. Cheers.

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Theo POV

The next morning, I feel the sunlight drops to my eyes, it awakes me fully. I feel Shai's body under my arms, we're sleeping on our sides, her back to my front, my arms are around her waist and my nose is beneath her hair. I love her smell, I'm always in need of her smell, it soothe me.

I lift my head slightly to see her face. She's still sleeping, beautifully. Yesterday event makes me in love with her more. None of my exes, even my friends who are girls can talk to my mom the way she did. To be honest, it was a shock to my system.

I've told my mom about how we're doing. She's very understanding, and I told her about my feeling towards Shai and how she reacts to it. It was a surprise to her. Well, no one has ever second guess my declaration of love. I didn't say I love her, but something towards that. I do love her, but I know both of us are not ready for that.

I love her because she makes me happy, she makes me fell cherished, and loved. She's so beautiful, smart, very down to earth, she's different, and I love it. I love her.

But I'm scared if I ever tell her that I love her, she will slip under my fingers, and maybe leave me for good. I'm not ready for that, or will ever be. The tought gives me chills.

Then I feel her moves beside me. Her eyes slowly opens, and she stretches her arms slowly to her front. Carefully, she reaches behind to my hair, and gently runs her fingers through my hair. It's so relaxing. I slowly move my arm to her stomach, and pull her towards me even more, to make sure that there is no space for air between us.

I lift my head, then lean down to kiss her neck and to the back of her ear. I feel her grin. I love that I can make her smile, it gives me so much pleasure than anything more.

"Good morning," she whispers.

"Good morning to you too, beautiful," I gently stroke her stomach with my thumb.

Slowly, she turns her body towards me, and lift her head to see my face. She reaches my neck with her hand, and my bare chest with the other. Her touch gives electricity to my body like no other. I lean my head down, and kiss her forehead. We stay like that for awhile. The room is so silent and calming, the only thing that is hearable is our breathing.

"I want to go to farmer's today," she whispers. I can feel her breath againts my collarbone.

"Okay." I reply to her. I pull my head back to see her stunning face. She's even more beautiful without makeup, I like it. "You're so beautiful." I tuck her hair to the side of her face, so I can look at her features more.

She blushes towards my compliment, "Thank you."

"The pleasure is all mine, baby."

She frown briefly. Then open her mouth to talk, but then close her mouth again.

"What is it? Is there something wrong?"

"It's just," she paused a little, the continue, "I don't think I've ever been called 'baby'. Other than my parents or my grandparents, of course. It's different."

"Oh," What is that supposed to mean? "You know, if you don't like it, you can just say it."

"I never said that I didn't like it. I said it was different." I kept a hand on her waist, occasionally stroking her waist with my thumb.

"Good different? Or bad different?"

"Good, I guess. I think it's shockingly nice to hear it from you." Her voice became a whisper. Is she nervous?