“Nick,” I called out the next afternoon as I stood in my bedroom staring into my closet.
“Yeah, babe,” he answered, appearing in the doorway. I felt his eyes move over my body and smiled when I realized I was wearing only my bra and panties.
“What should I wear tonight?”
“More than that or I’m locking the guys out,” he answered, putting his arms around me.
“What’s wrong with what I am wearing?” I pouted, trying not to laugh.
“Not a damn thing. I like it so much I don’t want to share it,” he answered, kissing my neck.
“Stop trying to seduce me and help me find something to wear tonight.”
“Goldie locks, anything you wear will make you look beautiful. Throw on jeans and a T-shirt and the guys will still drool over you.” With a smile and a kiss he turned to leave.
“Sunshine?” I called out. He looked back at me. “I love you.”
“Love you more.” Then he was gone.
I love you. Such strength in such small words. I could never tell Nick enough nor could I hear him say it too often. I love you. Such tiny words to describe the emotion that took over your heart, body, mind, and live. So tiny and yet simple enough to say it all. Love like ours, it didn’t need fancy words or elaborate detail. All we needed was each other and time we had together. We didn’t ask for more, didn’t expect more. We simply lived in what we had speaking the three words that said is all.
There were nights I lie awake next to Nick simply watching him sleep, marveling at the beauty of him and the beauty of the love he inspired. Thousands of females around the world swooned at his voice, quivered at the sight of him, lusted for his touch. Yet there he lay by my side, my dream come true, my every precious moment. I could love him for a hundred years and never love him as much as I loved him in a single moment.
That’s what we had together. No lifetime, no forever, no years or months or days. We had moments that we lived in as if they were our first, last, only moment. Single moments that lasted forever. A smile, a touch, a word, a song. We lived in those and it was those moments that made our love, our life together so much longer than the months we actually shared in life. It was those moments that would forever shine in the stars above.
A few hours later Nick and I were making dinner in his kitchen. I was wearing the jeans and T-shirt he suggested but just until dinner was ready. Then I was going to jump into the shower before the guys showed up. We weren’t expecting them for over an hour so I had plenty of time.
Nick and I, we found magic like no other when we sang together. With the radio playing softly to provide the music Nick and I sang as we made dinner. Old songs, new songs, any song that came on. Our voices blended and rose filling the house with our magic. We didn’t speak, hardly looked at each other. We touched, we kissed, and we sang with all the life in us.
When the Backstreet Boys’ “The One” came on I looked and Nick and grinned. Rolling his eyes, he shook his head as he turned his attention back to cooking. He wasn’t escaping that easily though. I grabbed his hand and dragged him to me. I moved my body against his as I sang along with one of my favorite songs. He stood rigid, unmoving as he refused to relent and sing one of his own songs with me.
“Sing with me or I wear my earlier outfit to dinner,” I taunted. He stood stone still a moment before slowly his body caught the rhythm of the song. “I knew that would work.”
Within moments we were caught up in the song, dancing and singing and simply losing ourselves to the music. Eyes locking I sang the words from my heart and true to the lesson I had taught Nick he sang them from his heart.
As the station broke for a commercial break and the music faded I smiled up at him.
“A wise woman once told me ‘make it perfect and beautiful and a note that will live on forever.’ What do you think?” he asked me.
“I think time will never forget the sound of your voice,” I answered, kissing him softly. “But dinner might be a tad upset we forgot it,” I teased, laughing as he ran back towards the stove.
“Shit,” I heard him curse as I walked back in.
“There’s always take out,” I suggested, still laughing.
“Oh you think this is funny? This is all your fault,” he said, turning on me.
“My fault? I don’t think so, sunshine. You are the one that forgot,” I shot back.
“Because you’re so beautiful. But not for long,” he said, just before he threw a handful of lettuce from the salad at me.
“No you didn’t,” I screamed, laughing as I threw croutons at him.
And so it began, an all out food fight. We were laughing uncontrollably as we threw everything we could get our hands on. Lettuce, sliced vegetables, flour from the fried chicken. It was war and it lasted nearly twenty minutes before I threw a sliced tomato at Nick and it tucked so that it hit a tall, dark, and handsome in the face.
Nick turned around and broke out into hysterical laughter. “Kevin, have I ever told you red is your color?” Nick teased.
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