He stands in front of me describing the song he is listening to. "Alright this is going to be our favorite song. It's already my favorite song but now it is going to be your favorite song to.So that will make it our song." He smiles when he finds the right song on his phone. "So it starts kind of soft." He sways to the music I can't hear. "But then it starts getting louder. When the volume of the song stops crescendoing you will always want it to be louder!" He stops and listens closer to the music. "The volume is never loud enough!!!!" He yells. "The louder the song the better. But that's true for most songs."
"How will I know it's my favorite song if I never hear it?" I rest my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. I smile up at him. He looks up at me. He smiles. His smile melts my insides to nothing.
He shakes his head and chuckles, his smile not fading. "You just will believe me. You will hear it later. Okay this part of the song is just a steady beat." He claps his hand in a steady beat."Like that but more of a bass drum sort of sound." He makes a bass drum sound with his mouth. "Then the song escalates and escalates, and BOOM! Best part of the song. It's such a dramatic part of the song I don't know how to describe it!" He laughs and dances around the studio we had gotten a key to.
I get up off the speaker I was sitting on and walk towards him. When I reach him all I do is stare at him. He is dancing in a small circle with his hands in the air and his eyes are closed. His eyes open and his smile gets bigger. He extends his hand out, palm up. "Would you like to dance with me?" He asks a little loud.
"Only if I get to hear the song!" I say it loud enough so he can hear me. He chuckles and hands me an ear-bud. "Start it over again." I say. He does and I put the ear-bud in my ear and my hand in his. His hands are rough . I like how it feels against my soft skin. I smiled at his hand in mine. I always wish moments like this happened more often between him and I. But he doesn't like me like that.
As soon as the song starts I know he was lying about how it went. The song is already one of my favorites. The band I one of my favorites to. I hit him lightly in the shoulder.
"OW!" He holds his right shoulder with his left hand, pretending to be hurt. "What was that for. He acts genuinely hurt.
I chuckle at his dreadful acting. This is already my favorite song! You know that! Or did you forget????" I accuse.
"I am truly offended!" My hand still rests in his. "Of course I didn't forget! I just needed an excuse to dance with you." He mumbles the last part softly, like he's embarrassed. But I still hear what he says. He clears his throat. "So may I have this dance?" He ask again.
"Of course."I move forward and slowly rest my head on his shoulder. He puts his hand on my back and we start to move in sink. When the song restarts he starts softly singing.
"Stay with me, baby stay with me,
Tonight don't leave me alone.
Walk with me, come and walk with me,
To the edge of all we've ever known."
" I can see you there with the city lights
Fourteenth floor, pale blue eyes.
I can breathe you in.
Two shadows standing by the bedroom door,
No, I could not want you more than I did right then,
As our heads leaned in."
"Well, I'm not sure what this is gonna be,
But with my eyes closed all I see
Is the skyline, through the window,
The moon above you and the streets below.
Hold my breath as you're moving in,
Taste your lips and feel your skin.
When the time comes, baby don't run, just kiss me slowly.
We dance together and he sings softly into my ear that doesn't have an ear-bud in it.The end of the song slowly comes closer.
"Oh, I'm not sure what this is gonna go,
But in this moment all I know
Is the skyline, through the window,
The moon above you and the streets below.
Hold my breath as you're moving in,
Taste your lips and feel your skin.
When the time comes, baby don't run, just kiss me slowly."
When the song ends we separate, but only a little.Then he starts leaning in closer and closer. From all the nervousness coursing through my body, I sneeze. Luckily I turn my face away and sneeze into his sweatshirt that I am borrowing.
He leans his forehead against mine and he starts laughing. I laugh with him. "You always sneeze when you get nervous." He smiles and we lough some more. I am about to apologize for sneezing into his sweatshirt but I never get it out.
Because in that moment.......his lips crash into mine and he kisses me!
In maybe ten to fifteen years I woun't describe the kiss as perfect. But in this moment the kiss was beyond perfect.
