Midnight Romeo
based on the song "Midnight Romeo" by Push Play
"Our hearts will beat fast, and then I will move my hands slowly down from your shoulders to your waist to your hips and I will become even slower when I move to your legs."
- He had this mischievous smile when he told me that. According my knees would get all wobbly and my heart would jump out of my chest. Also my body would grow hot.
But the only thing he would do was extending his hand to me and eventually grab my hand and intertwine our fingers.
Then he would scold me for being too slow and drag me along to my house.
He would tell me to meet him at his room by the end of the night and then disappear in the blink of an eye.
In the night I would knock his door and then wait for several seconds, breathing in.
Then, when he would open the door I would breathe again and he would pull me close to him. His lips would touch mine and his hands would lay on my hips.
It feels so right, every time.
I can't resist him, I can't say no.
At some point we would separate. He would take his jacket, link our hands, look over my outfit and we would go out.
He would show me off, so everyone saw I was his.
I like it. Feeling loved. It's never gonna be boring.
He confessed to me someday.
But he didn't do it like everyone would.
"Tell me baby, are we more than friends?", he asked.
That's how our relationship began, how our daily routine began.
Tonight we did something different. We went out for dinner instead of partying.
We ate at a restaurant.
There he asked grinning cheekily:"Tonight your dinner's free, what's in it for me?"
Averting my eyes I blushed -
so hard, I must've looked like a tomato.
He was always extraordinary.
He still is.
That's what I love him for, my boy, my man, my other half.
My Dr. Jekyll.
When I tell him I love him, he always tells me I'm his Mr. Hyde.
When I asked him about this, he would tell me that we are like one person, who's been split in to parts.
And that he thinks it shows even more how much he loves me.
It's cute.
I love his way of thinking.
That one particular night, when we arrived at his home.
He asked me whether I wanted to be mentioned in a history book.
When I looked confused he just said:"Let's make history", he added that it was big night.
I realized when he told me that I would be the lock for his key.
He picked me up and took me to his bedroom.
He laid me down on his bed, tossed his shirt away, drew me back to him and kissed me roughly..