"Jess. Are you absolutely sure?"
Rob whispered into my ear as I led him to my bedroom at the top floor of the house. I swear, if he asks me that again…
I ignore him and continue sneaking up the stairs, watching out for the creaky steps – in vain though, because Rob makes them creak, anyway. Luckily, no one wakes up. I open the door to my room and close it behind us.
"Jess."
That's it. I turn around to face him, sharpish, and my heart does that flip-flop thing inside my chest like it does every time I see him. My heartbeat increases perceptibly. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. My breathing is erratic. In anticipation of what was about to happen.
Honestly, if the boy couldn't see I'm warm for his form, I don't know what he's been doing all these years I've been trying to convince him otherwise.
"Rob." I start, as I take a step towards him.
"Stop right there, Mastriani. I'm warning you!" he growled in a warning tone, taking a step back never-the-less.
I roll my eyes and keep walking towards him. I'd finally, finally got a response from Rob other than the one he normally gave me when I declared my undying love for him. Something that wasn't along the lines of "you're crazy, you know that, Mastriani?" I wasn't letting him off the hook that easy tonight.
He backs up till he's touching the wall and stays there.
I walk to him till our bodies are almost touching. Almost, but not quite. I'm trying not to breathe – rather, I can't. It's suddenly become physically impossible for me to do so – not wanting to dispel the tension that had built up because of our physical proximity. He smells like he always does. Of Coast deodorant soap and something more. The Essence of Rob, if you will.
My eyes are raking everything in. His jaw, that was clenching and unclenching as he looked at me. I liked to think it was because of the effort it took him to control his unbridled passion for me.
His mussed up, quite sexily might I add, hair which I'm assuming got that way because he'd been pining for me, unable to contain his (completely requited) love for me.
Or maybe he was regretting agreeing to marry me. Well. That's just too bad. I'm not letting go of him!
Anyway. So I'm nose-to-nose with the hottest guy on the planet. The guy who's been rocking my socks for the past 3 years. And what do I do in such a situation?
That's right. I start laughing.
Why, you ask? Maybe because I've chosen this precise moment, the moment I've been dreaming about since practically the first time I laid my eyes on Rob, to go abso-fucking-lutely crazy.
His jaw slackens. He probably can't believe his fiancée's – fiancée! – such a nutcase.
He's giving me his no-nonsense look right now.
"Mastriani. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I say, sobering up," It's just that I never thought you'd be one to be scared of a puny little girl like me."
"I'm not scared," he said, indignantly," I just want you to think a while before we – you know – so that you're sure." He sighs and looks up at the ceiling, muttering about the injustice of it all. The corners of his eyes crinkle cutely like they do when he's concentrating. Then he looks at me again and says, "I don't want to rush you. And if you don't back away now, that is exactly what I'll end up doing. So take a moment and think it through, okay?"
I'm smiling when he starts his impassioned speech. The smile turns into a full blown Cheshire-cat grin by the time he gets to the end. The thing is, speeches like this don't come easily to him. He's not used to doing things patiently. He does "rush" through things. And the fact that he was – however, reluctantly – ready to take it slow, meant a lot coming from him.
So I opened my mouth to assure him that I was sure; that I wanted him to rush me.
But he sensed what I was going to do and spoke before I could.
"No, Jessica. I'm serious. This is a big thing. Stop and think."
He'd used my full name. Boy, was I in trouble.
Nothing fazes me, however.
"I know you are. And I have thought about it. A lot. Even before having this conversation." He raised his eyebrows at this. I ignore him. "And I know what I'm doing. So, please. Can we just get on with it?"
"But Jess, what abou-"
I, however, was in no mood for more talk. Time was a-wastin'. So I did what any red-blooded-teenage-girl-at-the-peak-of-her-hormonal-craziness would do in the circumstances.
I kissed him.
A/N: Okay, stick with me. Update coming real soon.
