What if one day your so called perfect life disappeared? Everyone thinks Everleigh Andrews has it all, the perfect job, the perfect friends, the perfect boyfriend but what if things aren't always what they seem?
Everleigh Andrews doesn't know how...
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I wake to arms around me, holding on to me tightly as if there's a fear I may slip away if not for being held so tightly. I smile as I remember who's arms are holding me this way. My body shifts a bit and his hold on me only tightens.
"Eventually I'm going to have to get up you know." I say softly.
"Nope. Not allowed. You're trapped here forever." He says in a deep, raspy voice that I feel lucky to hear.
"Ok. Fine." I laugh and he plants a kiss to the back of my neck.
"Might be the best sleep I've had in forever." He says against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "How do you feel? Are you well rested?" He asks.
"I feel good. I think I'm adjusted and the jet lag is gone." He hums in approval and nuzzles into my neck as if he could disappear there forever.
"Want me to order us some room service?" He asks. I hum in approval and he climbs out of bed and walks across the room into my line of sight. I almost want to let out a scream at the sight of him right now. How can anyone look like art simply by wearing a tshirt and athletic shorts with messy bed head hair? He disappears into the bathroom and when he finishes he picks up the phone and begins ordering a multitude of things for breakfast. I slip past him to use the bathroom and freshen up a bit. As I'm brushing my teeth he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me from behind and lays his chin on my shoulder.
"Gonna be a beautiful day Ever. Can't wait to show you around." I'm so excited to see the city today with him. I can tell he's excited too. We have breakfast on the terrace and we each take turns with the shower and getting dressed. I decide on some jeans and a tshirt with a navy blue blazer to dress it up a bit with a baseball hat. He wears a white button up long sleeve shirt and a navy blue jacket with navy pants and his vans tennis shoes. He smiles and makes a comment about us matching when he sees what I'm wearing.
He pulls me into his arms just as we are about to leave and kisses me. He laughs and makes a comment about how hard it's going to be not being able to do that today. I make a joke and tell him to make a mental note and remind me of how many kisses I owe him for when we get back for each and every one he wanted to give me but couldn't. He places the black sunglasses on his face as soon as we hit the street. I place a pair on as well since the sun is so bright today. We head to the subway and our first stop is the Tokyo Tower. He brought a vintage camera with him today so he stops and takes photos quite often. I hold my hand up and joke about no more pictures of me when he decides to go a little overboard on taking photos of me. The tower was incredible and there were several times I wanted to reach over and hold his hand but remembered I couldn't. I laughed as I'd hear him saying numbers under his breath. It took me a bit to realize that he was actually keeping a mental tally as to how many times he wanted to kiss me and he was keeping score.
We had coffee, we talked for hours, he kept brushing against my leg underneath the table. We went to a park and saw the cherry trees and it was magical. We walked beside one another as the blossoms floated thru the air, creating a dream like vision before us. Everything was pink and perfect. He continued to count under his breath and after hearing him say 21 he pulled us behind a large cherry tree when no one was around and he kissed me. The kiss was perfect in every way.
