Chapter 45
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"You're so weird," Alex said.
"I know but you like me," I replied, he didn't answer immediately but when he did his voice was rough.
"I do."
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I smiled as I snuggled closer to Alex. We were both on the couch watching my favourite movie, The Proposal with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds. I loved this movie, no matter who much time I watch it I'd always end up crying, laughing and smiling. The movie reached the part where they were going to his parents' house. Ryan touched Sandra's butt and she slapped his hands off.
I felt Alexander put his hands on mine. I jumped, that was awkward. I glared at him. he held his hands up, maybe showing he was surrendering. I smiled at him and then laid back down. We continued watching the movie until it ended and of course I have tears in my eyes after Ryan's speech. It was so romantic and the way they kissed was so magical.
Sensing Alexander's eyes on me so I turned and looked at him. He was smiling so I returned his smile. He leaned in to kiss me and I reached him halfway. When our lips touched butterflies erupted in my stomach, cliché, but it was true. This is what love felt like. Sometimes butterflies couldn't compare to the zoo I feel when I look at him.
We continued kissing until Alex pulled apart.
"Let us get some ice cream and talk." He suggested. He took my hands and pulled me up from the couch. He held my hands and we walked to the kitchen. He sat me on the stool around the island. He walked over to the fridge and took out the bucket of ice cream, he smiled at me. He took out two big bowls and started to place ice cream in them. When he was finished he placed the ice cream back in the fridge then came back to the island.
"Come we are going to the fireside."We walked to the living room. He gave me his ice-cream then he went for a blanket in the nearby closet then spread it on the ground. We sat down on the blanket and then he pulled me in his lap and we started eating our ice cream in silence.
After remembering something I turned to look at Alexander who had his eyes looking in the fire, his thoughts far away. "Alex," I patted his shoulder to get his attention. When he was looking at me, I continued talking. "When was the last time you spoke to Ms Wilson? Is she okay? How is she holding up? When is the funeral?" I bombarded him with questions about his housekeeper.
He looked at me with a sad smile. "I spoke to her yesterday. She said she's okay and the funeral is in a week time."
I gave him a said smile and said. "I'm happy that she's okay."
"It's funny how you are asking about Ms Wilson and you know she doesn't really like you a lot." He stated, he was telling the truth. Ms. Wilson although she had calm down, I knew she still disliked me.
"Well, my father told me I should never treat people the way they treat me. I guess I ignore the fact that she thinks I'm a fool and probably a lot more things because it's not important. The only thing that was important was for me to take care of Henrique and I did my best doing it."
"Is that the only think important now? You taking care of Henrique?" he asked me. I looked up at him and smile. Knowing exactly what he was asking.
"No, there is this brown-eyed god I just can't get out of my head," I stated with a smirk on my face.
"Really? I'm jealous of him," He said trying to hide his smile but he was failing miserably.
"You should be. He has the cutest dimples I've ever seen and his kisses. Hmm.. his kisses taste like chocolate. They are so sweet. Some great kisses."
"So, you think I'm a great kisser." He was smirking.
"I never said that. I said he is a good kisser, who said you were him. There are many brown-eyed men on earth."
He rolled his eyes. "Right" he said sarcastically.
"Yep."
A comfortable silence followed after I said yep. After eating our ice cream He went to the kitchen to wash the bowls. I sat and enjoyed the heat of the fire and when he came back he lifted me up in bridal style and brought me up to my room. He placed me on my foot when we reached my door. He leaned in and kiss me slowly until we both out of breath. He leaned his forehead on mine and looked in my eyes. It amazed me how much can be said over silence. Actions were indeed louder than words because even though I knew Alex hasn't told me he loved me, I knew somewhere in his heart, he does.
He loves me. I know it and I can feel it.
He was about to let me go but I stopped him.
"Sleep with me,"
"Sleep with me," I repeated when I saw the shock look on his face. I wondered why he'd be shocked. What did I say wrong?
I slowly repeated in my head. Sleep with me.
My eyes widen,
Oh damn, that sounded like I was asking him to have sex with me. I blushed and bent down my head, "Gosh, this is so embarrassing." I rubbed my hands through my hair then tried again. I didn't mean sleep with me, I meant I want you to stay the night with me in my bed doing nothing except sleeping. When didn't reply the real embarrassment started to kick in. What in the world possessed me to ask him such a question. Our relationship was supposed to be going slow, why on earth did that come out of my mouth?
