I finally lifted my eyes to his face again. And for a split second, just a brief moment, I saw him as a man. The kind of main I could easily fall in love with. His light brown hair, combed perfectly in place, his sparkling green eyes, and then his sharp muscular features. The kind that said he'd seen the world, and could hold all its troubles. There was just one problem, this wasn't a man I could easily love. I couldn't love him because of what he had put me through. Taking me away from everything I knew and loved. But why? I don't think I'll ever find out, unless I can worm myself farther into his heart.
"I'm sure it's beautiful."
"But not the most beautiful thing I've ever seen though," I blushed profusely, "please, open it." He handed it to me. With shaky hands, I held my hand open, and took a deep breath.
I slowly opened it, and saw the most beautiful necklace and diamond earrings. It was simple, but too perfect to be called plain. I let out a shaky breath. Then I peeled my eyes away from the box,
"Can you put it on me?"
He smiled, "I'd be delighted."
I brushed my hair back off the nape of my neck. His large hands brushed against my neck sending chills down my spine. After he pinned it back, I turned around showing off my new pendant. I grabbed the earrings, and stuck them in also.
I smiled brightly, "They are absolutely beautiful." Then my face fell, I didn't have a gift for him.
"But, I don't have a gift for you." My eyes got big, I did feel bad.
"You are enough. I'm perfectly continent." Then I got an idea, just like during the thunderstorm, I smiled shyly.
"Well I do have something in mind, but it's silly." I had sparked his curiosity.
"Please, by all means, I would love to see it. I swear, I won't laugh."
"No, I don't think you'll laugh. But I think you may be displease with me." He cocked his head to the side.
"I'd still like to know."
I leaned forward, licking my lips a little. I was crouching now right in front of him. I looked him dead in the eye, and brushed my lips against his. My heart felt as if it had stopped. I was about to pull back when I felt his hand on the back of my head, making me kiss him deeper.
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"You kissed him?"
"Yes."
"The man that took you away from your family. The man that potentially ruined your life, you showed him affection."
"It meant my freedom."
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When I awoke I felt a body next me. And arms encircled around my waist. I tried to slip out of Garrison's grip, but as I tried to move farther away, his grip kept tightening. Finally after 30 minutes of trying to get out, I was free. I went into the kitchen, and started the stove up. Twenty minutes later, I had four egg burritos, two glasses of milk, and two glasses of orange juice.
I walked carefully up the stairs and into the bedroom. I set the tray on the nightstand and sat down next to Garrison's sleeping form. I gently tried to shake him awake, but all I got in response was a grumble. I shook him again, but gently said his name…nothing. While shaking his shoulder I softly spoke, "Garrison, wake up. I made breakfast. Garrison, hey, Merry Christmas. Garrison." By the third time I had said his name, I all but shouted.
"Five more minutes." I heard through the pillow he had placed over his head.
"No, you have to wake up now." I thought of a way to get him up. I jumped on the other side of him, and pulled the pillow off his face. I began running my finger over his face. Starting at his forehead running across the bridge of his nose.
"Garrison." I kept saying softly, in my singing voice. I saw his forehead wrinkle a bit. "Hey, wake up sleepyhead. It's Christmas and I've got breakfast." I saw his eye open a bit. I went and did something I wouldn't normally have done. I started at his forehead once more, and placed light kisses, basically brushing my lips against his skin.
I made my way past his temple, over his cheeks, tip of his nose, and then the corner of his mouth. His head turned swiftly to capture my lips in his. I smiled slightly and pulled back.
"Glad to see you're finally awake."
"That's the best way I've ever been woken up before, I think in my whole life." I grinned.
"Well I made breakfast, that's why I was trying to wake you up."
"What's on the menu?"
"Breakfast burritos, milk, and some O.J."
"Wow, sounds like quite a feast."
"Yes, my kind sir, it is. But you must do something before you can devour your meal."
"And, pray tell, my lady, what I must do." I began to laugh.
"You have to actually sit up."
He sat up and rubbed his hands together. I got him all settled, and watched for a second as he ate. The whole time, I had been with Garrison, he had always been composed. But here in front of me, I saw him with his hair tussled, face unwashed and shaven for the day. Did I just cross another step? He looked at me after finishing his two.
"Are you going to eat that?" I looked down at my untouched burrito.
"No, I normally only have one. Please, by all means, don't let any food go to waste." He devoured mine topping it off with the milk and orange juice.
After breakfast was cleared, I gave Eggo his food, and Garrison and I sat in the living room. Around noon, I got up to make some of the left over food from last night for lunch. I had my back turned from the doorway to the kitchen. Suddenly I felt a pair of arms around my waist under my arms. A box appeared in front of my face. I smiled, and turned to face him.
"What's this?" He put on a pouting face.
"Please open it, for me." I smiled and took hold of the box, and gave him a skeptical look. He winked once and gave a slight nod. I lifted the lid and saw a diamond ring. It seemed to match my necklace and earrings. I sucked in some air. He turned me so we were both facing the ring.
"You're necklace and earrings wanted a friend." His breath felt hot against my skin, and I was speechless. He reached around me and took the ring out of the box. He then took hold of my right hand and placed it on my third finger. A perfect fit. He kissed every finger then the ring…very romantic.
I smiled, and gave him a kiss on the cheek still eyeing the ring. It was gorgeous, "Thank you, it's so pretty. But, it's just too much. First the dress, then the necklace and earrings, and now a ring. I can't accept this all." He gave me a kiss on the cheek and smiled.
"You are more than worth it. And I don't think I could stand a second if you didn't accept my gifts. I wanted to give them to you. That's all that should matter." He kissed me again and backed out of the kitchen. I finished making the leftovers, never taking my eye off the ring.
That night was leftovers again for dinner, why he bought food enough to feed ten people I never figured out. Afterwards, I felt confident enough to give him another "present". It wasn't my first make out. I'd had boyfriends before. But in one sense, it mattered more, but in another I was a human, and he was, by far, the best kisser I'd ever been kissed by.