2.14 19:30
With everyone being out and about for Valentine's Day I am overly excited to have the lounge all to myself with no interruptions. I know I should interact and make connections during this prime time of my youth, but I adore my alone time. I love to just sit around and get pulled into the world of whatever book I was reading that day. Today I was reading The Giver for maybe the twentieth time in my life; I can't help it, the story is intriguing and when I read it I feel like I become part of the community. So there I was imagining the color of Fiona's hair and out of the corner of my eye I swear I physically see Fiona. I'm stunned for a second, but quickly realize that the book did not come to life you just simply walked into the room. How silly of me. I didn't expect to see you today especially with it being V-Day, but here you are and early for such a night. You throw a smile at me when you notice I've stopped reading and now just staring at you confused. Crossing the room swiftly you plop yourself beside me on the couch and release a sigh. We sit in silence for a while before I break it asking you how your boyfriend liked the idea I came up with. You simply shrug your shoulders and inform me that he didn't get what was going on till almost the end of it. I groaned internally not believing my awesome idea was wasted, but that moment soon passed when I looked at you with a content smile plastered on your face. I ask you why you were in early and you explain that the only thing that your boyfriend had planned was dinner so the night was over and here you are now. At this time I take notice of the white with blue floral print sundress you're wearing and how well it compliments your eyes and let the word beautiful tumble out my mouth. It wasn't said all that loudly, but I wonder if you heard me while I mentally curse myself. Instead of getting any confirmation from you we slip into our silence and it's comfortable and I sense no tension in the air. I go back to my reading, but every so often I cast a glance your way and every time I catch your eye you give me a small smile. Eventually I get irritated with my position while reading and want to lie down so without really thinking about it I turn my body and lie down with my head landing in your lap. I feel you jump slightly when I notice what I've done, but when I look up with an apologetic grin you scrunch your nose at me and I feel you relax so I resume my reading. I'm so lost in my book when a rush of comfort washes over and I let my eyes close and subconsciously I nuzzle my face into your tummy. Feeling totally at ease I take a slow deep breath and the scent reminding me of strawberries invades my senses. Wondering where the smell is coming from I open my eyes and finally notice what the heck I was doing and instantly I feel myself blush. Then I notice the reason I had felt so comforted, you were sitting there stroking my hair and oh how did I love that more than my alone time. I take a peek upwards and you seem to be lost in your own world of comfort. After a minute or so of staring at you I guess you felt my gaze, looked down and then froze your actions. I guess you didn't know what you were doing as well. Smiling internally at that I sense your embarrassment as your hand slowly starts to retreat from my head. I grab your wrist, smile up at you, and whisper loud enough for you to hear "You don't have to stop, I like it" before ducking back behind my book to hide my now flushed ears. I hear you giggle as you begin to stroke my hair once more. I'm now just staring at my book because I can't process the words and I'm going crazy on the inside. All sorts of thoughts are flowing in and I can barely keep myself together. What the heck am I doing? Why does she affect me this way?! I can't let her get too close to me, but who am I kidding. It hasn't taken much and I can already feel she's breaking down my walls with just her smile alone.Frustrated with my thoughts I toss my book to the ground and continue to lay there just soaking in the comfort your providing me. Before long I glance at my watch and take note of the time, reluctantly I pull myself up stating we should probably get to bed. Once again before we separate you gather me into your arms, but before letting me go you whisper in my ear "thank you, this has been the best Valentines" then you kiss my cheek and head towards your room. I can definitely get used to this I think as a smile unknowingly makes an appearance.
