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Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close forever and ever?
And ah, take me out, and take me home.
You’re my, my, my lover.
Staring out your window, you listened to the pittering and pattering of rain as you watched the city lights illuminating the night. It was a chilly night, and your boyfriend, Quest, was just preparing dinner in your apartment kitchen. He was always so sweet and considerate, such a gentle giant he is. You moved from the window to the kitchen, where you got a better view of him. You rested your elbow on the breakfast bar and your chin on your palm as you began to watch your man cook. A giddy little grin began gracing your face as your eyes wandered up and down his well-built body; his broad shoulders, his muscular arms, his wide chest, to his strong yet gentle hands. You couldn’t care less about what he was making; you were too enamored by his baby blue eyes, focused on the food he was making for the both of you.
“Your eyes will get stuck if you’re gonna keep staring at me like that,” he teases, looking at you from the corner of his eye.
“I can’t help it when you look more delicious than the food you’re cooking,” you tease back at him. His eyes widened and a blush formed on his face before letting out a low chuckle. “That’s a lot since I’m cooking your favorite. I’m flattered, angel,” he says, smiling handsomely and turning to you before setting down a bowl of food before you. He knew too well. Given the rainy weather, he knew you wanted something warm to eat. “Thank you, Quest,” you say before digging in. It was perfect. He sat on the bar stool next to you, eating with you. The two of you spent hours talking to each other about everything and nothing, from how your day went to how his day went to what you wanted for breakfast the next morning. It wasn’t long until you heard the neighbors upstairs playing music. It was a slow song, some kind of love ballad. Quest saw this as an opportunity to be romantic, so he stood up from his stool and offered his hand. You turn to face him, your face stuffed with food like a chipmunk. He tries to stifle his laugh. ‘God, they’re adorable,’ he composed himself again while the music was still playing.
“May I have this dance, angel?”
You swallow your food before taking his hand with a happy nod. “You may,” you place your arms around his shoulders as he places his hands on your waist. The two of you began slowly swaying along to the music as he took the lead. He hummed along to the tune playing, smiling. You honestly wished this moment would last forever. Him holding you close as the world fades away. It was just you, him, and the music. “Hey, angel?” he asks. “Yes?” you replied, looking up into his baby blue eyes, the same pair of eyes you fell in love with. He gently caresses your face with one hand, cupping your cheek before leaning in, planting his lips on yours. You smile into the kiss as your fingertips lightly trace up his nape before entangling them in his soft black hair. “Mhmm~” he chuckles into the kiss, his hand slowly but softly moving up and down your waist. The two of you pull away from the kiss, your foreheads resting against one another, your noses touching, and your lips only centimeters apart. “I love you so much, angel,” he says as you smile brightly.
“I love you too, Quest.”