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Billie's POV
"I guess that's all." I concluded with my hands on my hips. I grabbed everything to make to make this day special since I haven't been able to spend the night over. A week passed by and I couldn't sleep at the Rosenheim Mansion, not even one single day which made my heartbreak into a million pieces. First, I missed waking up in Nora's arms. Second, the bed didn't feel that big with her by my side and the night wasn't that cold. Third, my heart broke everytime she looked at me disappointed hoping that day I would stay with her. I went there every day though, it was almost religious and, besides, I couldn't spend so much time without her.
Earlier that day, I went to a music store and bought an old vinyl (there was a gramophone at Nora's room). I also bought candles, two dozens of red and white roses, incenses: everything to make this night perfect. To make it up for the last week. "Next stop: Rosenheim Mansion." I said to no one as I closed the car's door.
I parked the car inside the mansion, I walked to the front door only to be greeted by an excited Nora.
"Hello, beautiful." I said and she bit her lower lip to keep from smiling. I gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Love, I have a surprise for you tonight. "I hope you will like it, but you'll have to do me a favor."
"It sounds fair enough to me." Nora agreed. We went downstairs, our hands interlocked and a sweet smile on our faces. I don't think I could ever get enough of her. Everyday was different, exciting with Nora Montgomery. God, she was incredible. She made my knees go weak, my hands tremble and my cheeks go red with only one look. One glance and my walls would go down.
"So about that favor..." I said and she looked at me with an eyebrow arched. "You'll have to sit there" I pointed to the bed. "You can't look. You'll have to wait until everything is done, okay?"
"But-" She tried to argue, I only arched an eyebrow. "Fine, Billie Dean." She motioned to the bed and sat, facing the wall. I quickly put a black cloth over her eyes "Don't you trust me?" Nora asked annoyed.
"I do, love." I leaned over her ear and whispered "It's just for a little bit of charm."
"O-oh. Yes." She gulped.
After I was done, everything was settled and I lit up an incense. I grabbed Nora's hand and helped her get out of the bed. "Okay, here we go." I took the cloth off, letting her see everything I have done.
Nora's POV
"Oh my dear Lord." I breathed out.
"What? Is it bad?" Billie asked nervously.
"No, honey, everything is so beautiful!" I turned around and engulfed her in my arms. The perfect amount of candles, the sweet cinnamon smell on the air and petals, thousand of petals spread on the floor. "No one has ever done something like that to me." I whispered in her ear.
She looked at me with her lovingly, chocolate eyes. Billie grabbed my hand as it was the most precious jewelry and kissed it. I felt all the blood on my body rushing to my cheeks. Billie smiled against the soft skin of my hand. Moving towards the gramophone and putting on a vinyl. As soon as the song started, I smiled wildly. "Sunshine Song by Isabelle Marsh."
"Yes, love." Billie confirmed. "Now," she grabbed a rose and handed to me "May I have this dance, Mrs. Montgomery?"
I took the rose from her hand and said "Yes, you may." She smiled and her hand went directly to my lower back and mine to her shoulder, the other hand held hers softly.
We were dancing to the melody, never looking away from each other's eyes. Oh, if one could only understand how beautiful she is. The light coming from the candles hit her face perfectly, her beauty made me feel breathless. I'm pretty sure if one searched the definition of beauty they would find Billie Dean Howard's name. "You're so beautiful, Billie Dean." I whispered. I felt like if I talked a little bit louder, everything would shatter to pieces.
"Thank you, love." She whispered back, looking at my lips. "Still, you're the most beautiful woman."
I leaned over and pressed my lips against hers softly, she put my hand on her own chest and I felt her heartbeat: sweet, intense and fast, almost as if her heart wanted to jump onto my hands. I wouldn't bother if she gave me her heart, though. She pressed her lips against mine one more time, and then rested her forehead against mine. My hands sneaked around her waist, bringing her closer to me. "I want to than-"
"No, no." Billie kissed my lips softly to keep me from talking. "Let's not think nor talk. Let's enjoy ourselves, how we feel" She softly caressed the skin of my neck "against each other. How we fit." She pressed her body against mine "How we become one." I smiled and she smiled back.
Later that night, when Billie Dean was asleep on my arms I replayed this night and all the other ones we spent together, how we laughed until late at night and how we shared our stories. I also thought how she could make my knees go weak or how her lips felt. I also thought how beautiful she was under the sun light or even the candles.
A childhood memory invaded my mind, a four years old me playing happily under the careful gaze of my aunt.
"Auntie Janet, what's love?" A four years old me asked innocently. "How does this… love thing feels like?"
"Oh, Nora, my dear, come here." Aunt Janet grabbed me and sat me on her lap, there was a dreamily smile on her lips "Love, love feels like spring. Feels like a cool breeze on a hot day. Love… Love is a thousand of things." She looked at me "You see, love makes your knees" She tapped my knees "go weak and your little hands sweat" She grabbed my hands and held them "Love is hope and it's great. Love is sunshine, my darling, just like you." I squealed on her lap and started giggling as she tickled my sides.
Later that night, when Billie Dean was asleep on my arms I realized I was falling for her, in fact, how I was in love with her already and how there was no turning back, no regrets.