our hearts collided

41. our hearts.

"I think it's about time I did." I smiled at him, this is beautiful. It's like a dream.

He grabbed my hand leading me towards the blanket, I take a seat watching him pick up one of the wine bottles.

The white crisp shirt he has on fits him like a glove, every move he makes I can see his muscles flex.

"We should get another cat." I blurted out, he cocked an eyebrow looking at me as he pours the wine into the glass.

"Another cat, what about kids." What? I blink at him, I'm not sure what facial expression I had but he busts out laughing.

"I'm kidding, kinda. I don't exactly want to share you with anyone just yet." He scanned me down, I could feel the back of my neck heat up.

"Share me? You won't even share me if I get pregnant, what am I'm an object? I joked, taking the glass out of his hands.

He rolled those beautiful green eyes, just the talk of kids and a future makes my stomach burst into butterflies like a little school girl getting her first kiss on the cheek.

"No, You are mine." He tilted my head biting into my neck then sucking it easing the pain. "And im am yours."

It's like his words themselves can put me into a coma again, I clamped my thighs shut feeling a sensational feeling creep up on me.

He hovers over my lips our eyes looking directly into each other's, I don't know what I was begging for but I did. "Please."

He smiled kissing my nose then pulling back. "Not just yet."

I dropped my head with a loud sigh making him chuckle deeply.

I pulled a watermelon from the fruit basket, placing it in my mouth as I stood. I grabbed his phone as I tried to put his password in it came up incorrect.

"What's your password?" I asked. He pulled the glass away from his lips speaking.
"Your birthday."

I smiled sharply putting the password in, I turn on some of the playlists he made for me.

I spin around as fine line plays. I pulled Giovanni up as I sing the words to him.

"Your amazing," Giovanni says, stopping the concert I was putting on for him.

"Mhm, I know right." I grabbed my glass taking a sip.

"I remember the first time I met you." He says out of the blue after staring at my face.

"So do I, you called me an angel for the first time." Widen my smile thinking of that day, how could he make me feel funny inside at such a young age.

"No, that was the first time you met me." I frown at him, the hell is he talking about.

"When he first met, you were playing with your doll. I'd just won my first little league game against your brother and then I saw you." He looks in a daze as he speaks.

"We had to be no older than eight, I thought you were so pretty. I walked over to you and I broke your doll." I widen my eyes as the memory came to my head.