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It is an amazing feeling that consumes ones whole self, making life complete, and every obstacle easy to overcome. Especially if the love of your life is as amazing as my boyfriend Blayne. He's all I was thinking about while sitting at the island in our kitchen, chin resting on my hand, while aimlessly stirring the cereal in my bowl around too distracted to eat it.
I thought of his gorgeous hazel eyes that lightened with laughter, and darkened with passion.
I thought of his light brown hair with lighter shades of blonde throughout from all the time he spent in the sun surfing.
I pictured his nice full lips that would have looked feminine on him if not for the strong jaw that surrounded it. Those lips were probably my favorite part of his face.
Then my thoughts turned a little naughty when I pictured his 6’3” frame of long, lean, yet muscular body with a nice eight pack thrown in, Y-UM-MY.
I was finally pulled from my thoughts when it registered that something had been repeatedly hitting my forehead while I was in boyfriend la la land. I shook my head to clear the love fog only to be faced with the hysterical laughter of my two brothers, and the sight of a handful of cheerios scattered around me. They both had tears in their dark brown eyes, identical to mine since we were triplets. Lance, older than me by two minutes was clutching his stomach like it was about to burst, while Leroy who I beat coming into the world by four minutes was pounding the table like a mad man almost in beat with his laughter.
Putting it all together, being hit in the forehead, the laughter, and the scattered cheerios, I knew exactly what they had been doing. Cheerio target practice, with the center of my forehead being the imaginary bulls eye.
“Ha..ha..ha.. Very funny. What are you guys…10? Do I need to put you on time out?” I asked sarcastically, but unable to put any real venom behind my words because I was still floating on my love cloud as sappy as that was..
“That was too damn funny, we hit your forehead so many times, and you still stayed in your ‘Blayne Zone’!” Leroy said while catching his breath.
“Yeah, Lylah. It is just too easy to mess with you when you’re all ga ga over surfer boy. He’s really got you sprung, you would think after two years together you’d be out of that honey moon gag fest stage.” Lance added.
I just rolled my eyes at them, used to their teasing, and got up to take my uneaten cereal to the sink.
“Blayne is just as bad, I swear he must’ve missed five or six prime waves yesterday because he couldn’t stop ogling little sis here on the beach playing with the after school kids,” Lance stated causing my heart to do that normal flutter thing when it was validated that Blayne felt just as strongly about me.
“I know. You would think a teenage guy, our friend no less, would cringe when seeing his girlfriend surrounded by so many ankle biters fearing that’s what his future looked like, but not Blayne. Nope, that boy is so whipped he probably can’t wait for a future like that with her. It’s sad really,” said Leroy, shaking his head pityingly.
Now I was slightly offended, “Excuse me? What about Blayne loving and wanting a future with me is so sad?”
Catching his mistake, he started doing some fast back pedaling fearing the temper he knew lurked deep within me and not wanting to face my wrath, he explained with his hands up in surrender, “No, no, no, that’s not the sad part. It’s that Blayne would be the perfect third to our chick smashing and dashing if he wasn’t so in love with you.”