My heart skipped a beat as he took a step towards me.
All I could think about were his eyes–his beautiful double-lidded, almond-shaped eyes. They had this reddish brown hue to them, like the bark of a tree mixed with the last rays of the setting sun.
“Hey,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Yes?” My voice felt like a whisper as I leaned into his warmth.
He placed his hand against my cheek gently, tilting my chin slightly upwards as he studied my eyes. The hand-and-tilting-cheek-gesture was always his signal for something romantic. Was he going to plant his lips on mine? Was he going to sway side to side in a slow dance? My heart shuddered and held its breath. There was ambience and all I could hear was the beeping of the washing machine.
A laugh escaped my lips. “Right now? It’s almost midnight!”
He flashed me his signature thousand-volt smile and a stubborn nod. Oh boy. That meant he was going to have his popcorn no matter what. Even if he had to wrestle me to the ground for it.
Just one of the many sides of love I guess.