When Love Sprouts

Chapter 7: Stolen Kisses

Daylight strutted in as the gothic darkness crept away. Azania woke up to catch the beautiful ombre sunrise. She leaned freely against the wooden frame of the veranda dressed in Javas' green rugby shirt, while sipping on some strong black coffee. A cool breeze swooshed by, waving the strands of her curly hair. All her worries had simmered away into the darkness.

"Morning, Aza," said Javas with a yawn. He stole a hug from behind her, and kissed her smooth caramel neck. Her mind was lost in the beauty that is Mother Nature.
"Are you okay? It's like you caught up in your feelings or something, should I start calling you Kiki from Drake's song?" He asked. She placed her cup on the edge of the wooden frame and turned to face him, with a smirk on her face. "Oh you got jokes, huh? Well, let's see if your jokes will help you catch me as I go delete that song on your phone." She grinned, breaking free from his hold in an attempt to run upstairs. "You really think you could run from me?" Exclaimed Javas.

Azania fled on the flight of stairs, trying to get to his phone before he could snatch her again. Javas caught up to her, then he picked her up and quickly placed her on his muscled shoulder. "Ugh, you and your strong-John body," whined Azania. He carried her to the bedroom. "Awie, straight from Mawie," she said as Javas threw her on the bed.

"That's not a thing, babe." He said, rolling his eyes at her.

"Well, well. . .well, I said it so it's a thing," she said folding her hands.

"Liar, liar pants on fire." He teased.

"Ugh, what, are we in kindergarten now?" She asked.

"Well, you started it", He chuckled.

Laughter escaped from Azania, soon they were both laughing their lungs away, and fell with their backs on the bed, breathing in sync, laying face to face with each other. The portrait antique mirror reflected the sunlight on her eyes. "Ohh hold on", he said, rushing to capture the moment on his phone.

*snap*

"There, now you can't use the whole 'take a picture it lasts longer' phrase." He said with a wide grin, he climbed back on the bed. He placed Azania's hand gracefully in his. "Azania, whatever you do, whatever happens, through the rain and the sunshine, do you promise to always stand by my side? Can I trust you to always hold my hand?" He asked.

A mask of confusion slipped over her face. "Mon Souffle, what are you on about?" She asked, running her hands all over his body to see if he is okay. "Are you dying, are you sick, what's wrong?"

"No," he said, as she cupped his face. "I just want to know, I need to know that you're in this as much as I am. You see, the first time I layed my eyes on you, I knew you would be mine. I thought there was something wrong with me when you froze at my sight that night. You were so beautiful, like a sunflower under a blue sky. Hair perfect, skin ever so smooth, oh and your body? I melted at your sight. Ma chéri, what do you say?" Expressed Javas.

Blushed up Azania remained quiet, speechless from his promises. She knew that Love was no game, it wasn't an element to be messed around with, because when one heart is broken it creates a ripple effect, and affects all the hearts that Cupid shoots carelessly. She knew that love was risky.

"Say something, please?" He pleaded. A tear escaped from her eye, racing down her cheek, the emotions that flooded within her were too much for one person. "Something." She said, with a slight laugh.

They both laughed and he kissed her forehead, seated comfortably with her legs crossed on the bed. His warm embrace was enough to shield from all the sharp painful arrows the world shot at her.