Lyric: Six

“I love you.”

I watched as his lips curled up into a smile before he leaned in and gently kissed my lips. “I love you,” he whispered. I felt my heart fly. I will never get used to him say that. I still couldn’t figure out how I got him to fall for me in the first place. I felt his arms tighten around my waist as he pulled me in closer. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. I glanced up and found him already looking at me. I lost my train of thought for the split second that my eyes met his. I had no idea what to say so I just smiled.

“Tu es muy guapo,” I said to his chest. I felt his body cave in a little as he laughed.

“And you said you were horrible at Spanish.”

“I am! I can only put together simple sentences. As long as they don’t require verbs,” I argued. I felt him laugh again and smiled. His laugh was contagious to me.

It could always make me smile, guaranteed. It was kind of bad when we argued. He thought it was cute when I was mad. He would end up slightly laughing and I would end up smiling, which would manage to squash out any anger I had. It’s hard to be mad when you’re smiling. It worked in his favor, most of the time.

“Whatever you say, dear,” he mumbled.

I leaned in and kissed his neck. I heard him sigh in pleasure as he somehow managed to pull me in tighter against his body. He kissed my forehead and rolled us over so that I was lying on my back and he was on top of me. I looked up at him and felt a smile creep across my lips. He traced his index finger across my jaw line. I reached up and placed my hands on both sides of his face. I knew where he wanted this to go. I also knew that he knew that I wouldn’t let it get even close to that. For some reason though, I was thinking about changing my mind. Break the rules I’ve set up. I shouldn’t be thinking like this. I have those rules for a reason. But then again, a lot of the ‘rules’ I’ve had have been broken ever since I met him. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love either.

“Don’t worry, I know,” he said. “I just want to keep this image of you in my mind.”

“What image?”

“The image of you being in my arms; I kind of like it.”

“Why’s that?” I asked, curious.

“I have the girl I love in my arms, with me. What’s not to like?”

I felt another smile come across my lips. He’s rarely sweet, but when he was it was enough to knock King Kong off his feet. I pulled his face down and kissed him, hard, trying to put every emotion I was currently feeling into that one kiss.

He pulled away. “Baby,” he smiled.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing,” he said as he got back onto his side and pulled me into his chest.

“I don’t think so. Tell me,” I pushed, leaning in to kiss his neck again. His weak spot, I could win this.

“Hmmmm, no,” he whispered.

I kissed his neck again, “Please?”

I felt him tighten his arms around my back, pulling me in closer. I kept kissing his neck. “Baby,” I whispered.

“Ugh. Alright, you win,” he groaned. In one swift motion he grabbed my leg and pulled us around so that he was on his back and I was sitting on top of him.

I looked at him meeting his eyes, waiting for him to tell me.

“I was just thinking.”

“Go figure. About?”

“You,” he said with a smile.

“What about me?”

“Just you, how you are,” he said looking straight into my eyes.

“How I am?”

“How you’re perfect for me,” he whispered. He didn’t look away.

I slid my hands up his chest, leaning in as I did so I was putting my face centimeters from his. “Oh yeah,” I whispered.

“You have no idea.”

I kissed him. “Give me one,” I said.

“You could kiss me again, that’s an idea.”

I did. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I know. I just wanted another kiss.”

“Now that you’ve gotten one, start explaining,” I said. Then I thought about it for a second. “Wait,” I stopped him.

“What?”

“Tell me why you love me,” I whispered. I wasn’t even looking in his eyes anymore. I was looking at the dimple in his cheek.

“Is that seriously a question?”

“No, I asked it because I wanted to compare notes with your exes to see if you’re telling me the same bullshit,” I said sarcastically.

“You wouldn’t get very far. I’ve never told any of them that I loved them.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I’ve never loved anybody before I met you. You’re the first, and only; most likely the last as well.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I told you, you’re perfect for me. I love you. Why would I want to fall in love with anybody else?”

“Why do you love me in the first place?”

“You’re intelligent. You’re stubborn and sarcastic. You’re argumentative. You’re funny, independent. You can handle me, you can deal with me. You keep me in line. You’re amazing. Oh, and you’re extremely gorgeous.”

I had no idea what to say to any of that. I finally brought my gaze to his eyes. His look confirmed everything he just said. “Does that answer your question?” he asked.

I nodded. I leaned back down to kiss him, gently. I started to pull away when he grabbed my face and pulled me back in, kissing me urgently, as if he was trying to prove everything he just said, in case I had any doubt. I let myself get lost in his touch, taste, and the moment.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket drawing me out of my memory and bringing me back into the real world. My government class to be exact. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to check it. I stared at the screen in disbelief. It was from him: “Meet me at the spot? After class.”