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You grabbed my hand and spun me towards you. Before I knew it, we were dancing. For the first time, I felt free. The warm sand was soft beneath our feet, the sunset ablaze with a scene of a radiant orange that sort of spun. Disco lights. Like disco lights. You pulled me to your chest where I could hear your heartbeat. It, somehow, relaxed me. You’d obviously felt this and held me tighter. “I love you,” you whispered. “More than this... More than any of this.” I didn’t bother to wipe the tear from my eye. ... I felt you breathing, behind me. Your naked chest was warm against my back, and your arms were around my waist. I wouldn’t be fazed. I turned around, expecting to see you sleeping. I liked to watch you sleep, but this was the first time we were sleeping in the same bed. Of course, you were wide awake. You smiled. I loosened your grip and rolled to the other side of the bed. “Blah... Too much wine.” You smirked. “You didn’t have a drop last night.” “I did. I had quite a lot, actually.” I don’t know why I was being argumentative. I have a tendency to do this. You raised your eyebrow. I turned away (for I am a terrible liar). You moved closer to me. The hairs on my back were standing up. You pressed your lips to my ear and murmured... “Bullshitter.” I grabbed a pillow (Feather. Very, very comfortable), and I hit you square on the head. You gasped. The word left my lips before I could stop it. “Sorry”. You glared at me. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Of course, a flash of menace crossed your eyes. Damn it. Before I knew it, you’d slammed a pillow on my chest. I leapt on you, pillow in arm, prepared to hit the crap out of you. As I started to beat you, you just kept laughing and laughing, so I chucked the pillow (I think it hit a lamp, or something) and started to hit you. Mainly your chest. Yet you grabbed my wrists. Everything from there happened in slow motion. |