An amazing morning only comes after an amazing night.
Because last night me and Sonny kissed. We kissed and it was amazing.
After waking up, I make my way to the bathroom and perform my regular morning ritual. Grab toothbrush, apply toothpaste, brush teeth, wash face, shave (although, I've been meaning to check out a little scruff, so let's just skip that for today and see if I –and Sonny- like it), floss, and the last step: check me out in the mirror.
Wow, somebody's looking good, if I do say so myself. I don't know exactly what's different, but there's definitely something there. I have never thought of myself as "sexy", but, if I were to see me walking by right now, I'd totally be checking me out. Wonder if it is the subtle scruff I decided to leave on a few minutes ago. Given, it makes me look a little bit more serious and virile, managing to take me out of the whole "twink look" – besides I do work out and am packing some muscle thanks to the 25 pound arm curl I've gotten so friendly with -, however, I'm nowhere near the "tough and hard top look" (thanks to the blonde hair, baby blue eyes and the big ass grin on my face right now caused by the self- evaluation I'm currently putting myself through). So bottom line is I look damn good. Almost as good as my boyfriend usually looks.
Did I just call Sonny my boyfriend? Is it too soon? Is it wrong?
Oh screw it! I'm not going back to the old pathetic "I'm the worst person in the world and I don't have an inch of self-esteem" Will. It took a lot from me to turn that attitude around and I'm not looking back. Sonny, whether you like it or not, I look at you as my boyfriend. And I am your boyfriend. End of the story. Now… let me call my boyfriend and tell him he's my boyfriend.
"Will?" I hear Sonny say after he picks up my call. He sounds gloriously husky, obviously because he just woke up. "Good morning."
"Good morning to you too. Sorry to wake you up."
"Don't. Waking up to your voice is beyond amazing." I can actually feel the grin on his lips.
"That is so sweet." Is all I can manage to say. And it's an understatement, Sonny is beyond sweet. I think as I start to get close to the object carefully placed on my desk. It's a teddy bear. A teddy bear I originally intended to win for Sonny back at the fair in a game of Ring-toss. Unfortunately, I wasn't successful. I was beyond disappointed at my failed attempt to get something for Sonny. He, however, said that it didn't matter at the slightest, and that the intention meant the world to him, and then he kissed me on the cheek. Nonetheless, I was still disappointed, what kind of a man is unable to get his man a teddy bear by playing Ring-toss. And that's when my heart caught on fire. I turned around and saw Sonny standing behind me, holding a small teddy bear. "I tried the game too… I think it's rigged, but, I did manage to get a ring inside the post. So, I won this." He stretches his arms and hands me the plushie. "For you." Goes without saying that my heart had burned out and my brain had turned into a big puddle of Sonny. "Thank you." Is all I could stupidly manage to say. "You're very welcome." And he pecked me in the cheek once again. "How can one man be so incredibly perfect?" I say this to myself, forgetting that I'm currently on the phone.
"Well… I guess you bring out the best in me, which is, not by a long shot, perfect." Sonny answers as he starts to giggle.
"What? Oh.. I-I didn't mean to… oh, just, you know what… I did, I did want to say that to you… Sonny, you are so incredibly perfect. After our date last night, with the teddy bear, and with Abigail, and how we ended our date, I just need you to know that I think you are the greatest guy ever. And also to see if you could, if we could… have dinner tonight?" I ask, suddenly nervous.
"First of all, thank you Will. For everything. And just so you know, I think you are pretty incredible yourself. There's so many things about you that, make my heart feel on fire. And regarding you're invite, I would love to have dinner with you."
"Thanks, just so you know I feel the same way, about the 'make my heart feel on fire thing'; I feel it, too. And about dinner, great. I will pick you up at 7. That OK?"
"It is. I will text you my address."
"Aren't you gonna be at the coffeehouse? It is after all Monday."
"I know, but Monday's my day-off. I work every other day of the week but Mondays." To not work on Monday, that's quite cool.
"Well, great, I will pick you and your sweet, tight ass at 7." Even I'm a little shocked at my boldness. Thankfully, I hear Sonny start to giggle.
"It's a date then. I will be expecting your sweet, tight ass at 7." I love it when we start flirting, it just feels so natural.
"Until then," I don't want to let go of his voice. I just want to keep talking to him.
"Until then," He's not saying goodbye also, maybe he's feeling the same way I am?
"I don't want to hang up the phone." I confess.
"I don't either." He is feeling the same way I am. Be still my beating heart.
"I like hearing your voice. It's so… good to me."
"I like hearing your voice as well. It has the same effect as everything about you has on me."
"I need to go Sonny" I don't really, but I think I know where this is going, so let's just rush along and get there.
"Then you hang up the phone." We're there.
"No, you hang up."
"No, you hang up."
"I won't hang up Sonny."
"I won't hang up either Will."
"Then we'll be on the phone all day."
"It appears so."
"OK, then."
A few minutes of just hearing the other one breathe goes by.
"I can't believe we actually did that." Sonny says already laughing. I myself start laughing as well at our re-inaction of teenage love.
"Me neither, we have just got to that point of love." Oh god… I said "love". Damn. Damn. Tonight was the night I was gonna ask Sonny to become my official boyfriend. That's a little bit far from the "I love you" confession. But, did I say "I love you"… god, what did I say? I just remember pronouncing the word "love". Oh god, Sonny hasn't answered yet. Freaking out… freaking out…
"I guess we are at the point of love." Oh… my heart rate is back and my face stops from setting ablaze. Just that my brain is starting to become numb.
"I-I… I guess we are. So, I'll see you 7. Bye Sonny. Take care."
"I'll see you Will. Take care as well."
Did he say that with a little nervousness in his voice? Did I just make him nervous? Am I nervous? I hope not. I seriously hope not. I think so.
OK, I'm doing it again. Freaking out over nothing. So I said love while talking to Sonny. Big whoop. Besides, it's not wrong, it was just an expression. And in any case, if Sonny got nervous it was because I got nervous. So, man up Horton.
Man up for your man.
I decided that the best way to man up is to project confidence. Summon all of the confidence I have and just… project it.
So, I'm wearing my fitted black jeans, my favorite white shirt and my leather jacket. My scruff is a little bit thicker and my hair is meticulously messy. In short, I'm looking freaking hot! I got a single red rose from a florist around the block and am securely holding it in front of me, as I begin to knock on Sonny's door. I hear the door begin to open.
"Hi, Will" Sonny opens the door and I'm dazzled by just how hot he looks. He wears the messy hair miles better than I do, he's rocking fitted blue jeans, an extremely flattering black shirt and a thousand million dollar smile. How the fuck did I get a guy like that? "Wow, Will… you look… amazing."
"Not nearly as good as you. You are… wow." I say, as I boldly scan him with my eyes.
"The scruff looks great on you Will. Really, really, great." I see him starting at my chin and my upper lip. Knew that the scruff would work.
"Nice that you like it. Thought you would."
"I like for sure." He is still staring and still smiling, and I feel the need to feel his lips on mine, desperately.
"Sonny, can I… can I kiss you?" I don't know if I should even ask, but it just seems the chivalrous way to go.
"I guess you can, if you beat me to it." And with that his lips are on mine, and it's as electric, as sweet, as sexy, as mind numbing as the first time. God, this guy's gonna be the WOMD.
As our kiss start to deepen, I feel his tongue tracing along my lower lip. And I know what he wants, so I open my mouth and let my tongue lace with his again. I start to feel the inside of his mouth, taking in his taste, his mind-blowingly amazing taste, feeling his smooth tongue, the heat coming from his mouth and listening to the soft pants that start to come from both of our mouths. This is the definition of what a real kiss should be like.
"Mmm… that was good, Will. Really good." He says as he withdraws from the kiss. His taste still lingering deep in my mouth from the probing his tongue was applying on me. This taste is something I want to have until the very day I die. And I know that no one besides him will be able to give me that. So, sorry everybody but I only want what Sonny Kiriakis has to offer.
"It most certainly was." Getting my senses back I remember I am still holding the rose I got for Sonny. "Here, this is for you." He sees the rose I'm handing out to him and he takes it, he looks at it and begins to smile.
"Thank you very much Will." He gets the rose close to his nose and inhales the sweet aroma coming from it… or is it coming from Sonny? "This is very sweet Will. And it smells amazing. Or is it you?"
I begin to blush at his flirtation and realize he said exactly what I was thinking. This has to be a sign of something.
"Do you want to see which it is?" Two can play this game.
"Absolutely, yes." With that he puts his nose in the crook of my neck and smells. The feeling on him there is excruticiatingly torturous, I don't just want him to smell, I want him to kiss me there, lick there, suck, nip, bite. I want him to have his way with my neck. And much, much more.
"I was right." Sonny begins to step back, but before he gets his head away from my neck, he plants a lingering peck there. A little kiss that sent shivers down my spine. Damn you Sonny, you're already getting me hard again.
"So, which was it?" I say, trying to distract myself from pumping blood to lower regions of my body.
"Which was what? The source of the great smell?" Sonny says sheepishly.
"No, the winner of the UEFA cup. Of course the source of the smell." I say, trying to get a smile on his face.
"You're funny Will. But I think that I'll keep it to myself for now. But, I promise, I will answer you by the end of the night." He says, smiling already.
"OK, then. Oh, by the way, I also have something I want to tell you. But I'll wait until the end of the night."
"Fine. Can't wait." He says, trying to hold back a smile.
"Alright then. I made reservations at Chez Rouge. You know it?"
"Yeah, it's the fancy restaurant in town, right? Wow, you got reservations there, in such short notice?" He seems surprised, but maybe he's just excited.
"Well, being a Horton does have his perks." Getting seats at Chez Rouge whenever I want would be one of them.
"Oh, OK then. Well, let's go." Sonny gets his coat from behind the door and shuts it. He takes my hand, lifts it and plants a kiss there. "Ready?"
Before I answer I walk in front of him, grab his face with my hands and plant a delicate, but certainly sweet kiss in his full delicious lips. "Ready."
My kiss affected him, I can tell by the slight redness in his cheeks, and the slow panting noise he made when I grabbed his hand again and started walking towards the restaurant. We started talking again, like we always do. Family, hobbies, work, school, everything. Everything but out of whom was the great smell coming from: the rose or me.
Well, that, and that we've moved past the "date" stage of a relationship. We're boyfriends.