Lotus Flower Bomb James Rodriguez

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Lotus Flower Bomb-Wale ft.Miguel
(Fav. Song right now!)
-Different POVS-

He drove into the driveway, stopping at her front gate.
He entered the five digit pin that gave him access to her house.
She had given it to him months ago.
He parked his dark Audi R8 in the driveway next to the grass and stepped out. He strode up to her porch. James knew he didn't have to knock but felt the need to.
She'd probably make fun of him.
"You're early and you knocked on the door. How sweet...I guess."
She said with a giggle.
James leaned down to kiss the not much shorter woman standing in front of him. His hands wrapped around her waist and hers around his shoulders.
"I missed you Amor."
He said pulling away, leaving her breathless.
"I missed you too babe. C'mon.."
You replied taking his hand and leading him upstairs...
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"Is this from the Chinese place downtown?"
"Yeah, we had our first date there."
You and James were laid up on the bed eating Chinese food from white trays. Your legs were on his lap, and you were watching a random movie.
It was a normal thing you loved doing every weekend.
"I watched the game last week."
You said glancing up at him.
He looked down surprised:
"I thought you didn't think it was exciting."
"Believe it or not James, I played soccer in HighSchool and college.
I love playing it, not watching it on television."
"Next time there's a WAG charity event you're going and your playing."
You glanced down at your fork and replied: "Why would I do that babe?"
"So I could watch you play."
He obviously didn't get what you meant, James looked down and added: "Why'd you stop eating? Babe did I say something wrong?"
You scrunched your nose and nodded away your feelings.
James and yourself had been 'dating' for nearly a year and he had yet to ask you to be his girlfriend. He told you how much he loved you and how he loved dating you but whenever you went out he never introduced you as his girlfriend and it was really bugging you.
"James?" You muttered, glancing up at his brown eyes.
"Yes Amor?" He said setting the trays on the small table across the room and laying back down.
You wanted so badly to tell him.
But the fear that he would flip out or admit he didn't want an actual relationship washed over you like a wave. You sat up and slipped your leg around him, straddling his waist.
"Y/n." He muttered as your fingers slipped into the back of his hair.
Your lips pressing to his roughly...
...
"James..." Her voice drifted off as he kissed down her neck.
She was breathless and a bit tired.
His lips pecked her nose once again and he pulled out laying next to the brunette. His hand wrapped around her and she was trying to catch her breath. She rolled on top of him, James held her closely against his chest. He couldn't get her earlier comment out of his head:
"What were you trying to ask earlier baby?"James pressed his lips to hers gently and smiled.
"It's a stupid question & it'll ruin this moment." The brunette responded bluntly as she traced his bicep with her fingertips.
James' hands glided up and down her back soothing her a little.
"James, are we still dating?
You've never technically asked me to be your girlfriend and you've never referred to me that way."
James bit his lip holding back a chuckle. "Amor, do you seriously believe that even after all this we're nothing more than just dating? I tell you I love you all the time and I honestly do. You're my girlfriend and I'm sorry I never asked you I just assumed."
"I feel stupid."
"I feel bad, so I think we're even."
James looked up at his lover as she sat up. He slipped a few strands of hair behind her ear and asked proudly: "Amor? Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
He giggled and took a second to think: "Hhhmm I don't know."
James rolled his eyes and smiled.
"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend."
James wrapped both arms around his girlfriend and rolled them onto her back. She wrapped both legs around his waist and he whispered: "I Love You. Princessa."
"I Love You Too. Amor."

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