𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱, 𝗰.𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝐫

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲

"He's so finee, wish he were minee" you whispered looking up the ceiling as you slightly sang to him, "Oh she sings The Chiffons now? Let's just get a ring here!" you smiled as you watched his eyes glance to your nose, lips and up to your eyes again, he watched you intently wanting to know and see everything about you.

"If I were a queen and he asked me to leave my throne, I'll do anything that he asked. Anything to make him my own" you said moving your shoulders elegantly, "And what if you were supposed to be my queen?" he said leaning in rubbing your noses together.

"Then I won't ever need to leave my throne huh?" he smiled before pressing his lips out to kiss yours and you met him half way before you both pulled away, you'd kissed many many times but right now you both couldn't stop the butterflies and nervousness.

"Lets get matching spoons" you held the two spoons out covering over each of his eyes. "You look very very funny with gold spoons for eyes!" he rolled his eyes gaily as he reached out grabbing them both.

"Ahuh" you took them back from him. Looking down at the two rusty gold spoons, one with his C and one with your initial, they weren't a dirty kind of rusty though they had a bit of dust, no they were the kind of rusty when they've been around a while.

If inanimate objects could talk you wonder what stories they could tell. Maybe they'd go on to tell you and Constances story one day if they could.

Connie looked around the store at all the things while you walked up to pay for four things, two spoons and a necklace with a bracelet that most likely didn't come with it but they matched somehow.

"Hello! I'm Betsie! The third! Anywho, lets get you all paid for, yeah!?" the lady had a cheerful demeanor very similar to bubbles from the powerpuff girls kind of cheery.

"Hi Betsie, I'm Y/n, the first! And yes that sounds great!" she rang you up giving you a small plastic bag. "33.32" you mentally thought of 333, to move forward, encouragement, things of that sort.

You smiled before handing her a forty from your purse, clasping your fingers under the holding gap of the bag.

"Have a great day! Date! Both!" she said warmly before turning around singing and dancing away to Patti LaBelle's When Am I Gonna Find True Love, she snapped her fingers to the sound of what you assume was the drums as she turned her head left and right to the beat, double turning when fit.

"Baby we really need to get to the restaurant" Connie came warming your back with his body, "Then to the restaurant we go my love" you brought your empty hand up to the end of his jaw, your lips to the side as you kissed his cheek.

Blushing. He's blushing again. He feels how hot his cheeks are getting. He see's himself in the antique mirror that hung on the wall behind the counter. He sees how beautiful you look, holding his jaw with your lips pressed to his cheek, close to his chin.

He can see the strawberry red across his skin, his skin is like the color of coffee after adding sugar and milk, adding so much that the strong drink only tastes of sugar. He can feel his skin nearly burning, his normally chubby cheeks are flat as you press to them.

You could agree that Connie was just as sweet as sugar if not sweeter.

You can feel it to, the heat of his cheeks against your fingers, its warm, its perfect. You can feel his warm hands around your waist, in the dress he picked for you.

You can tell he didn't wear his rings and grills because he wanted to look suitable for you, even when he knows you like him, he wants to impress you everyday. You notice the manners he uses with you and everyone else.

You can tell he's trying his best for you, but he can't tell how special he already is to you. How you like him how he is. How his poor comprehension skills make you giggle because you enjoy the lack of seriousness.

The way that you become fearless with him, the feeling that with him you were untouchable. Both physically and emotionally. He can't see how you want to be a superwoman for him. How you want to do and be everything for/to him.

You see how he looks at you, how he admires you. You see how he warms at your touch. How he holds you with a want to never let go. How he's having a good time simply by your happiness.

How his happiness has started to divide completely from him and solely become an attachment to yours. He wants you, where were you hiding, he wonders, but then he finds peace and grace because, he did find you.

Now he must never lose you. A challenge, but what's love with no challenges?

It feels like you've been dwelling in the moment forever but its only been a few minutes. You lose track of time when you're with someone you love-when your having fun, I mean.

"Alright we gotta go, can't cupcake in her store forever" you released his jaw and he fiddled with your fingers because he felt like everything of his was on display. He felt too shy to grasp your hand like he normally would.

But it was the times he couldn't that you could. Like a singing duo, when he would fumble his words, you would come singing strongly to cover for him as he regained himself.

You locked your fingers into his and left the delightful store. As you walked to the restaurant it was quiet but somehow it spoke enough for the both of you.

You looked to the sky, the stars seeing one run across the sky. A deep blue, like the ocean at night, not too late just yet.

You thought of the wish you made not too long ago, for a true love. It seemed so trivial and silly then, but now, it was fulfilling to think of.

↱ A/N 💝👩🏾‍💼🐐🤷🏾‍♀️
Lemme stop being modest, baby if its one thing ima do, its write me a lil love chapter okay! dpwm fr😭

garden kisses • arm1nsjukie

check the window im right outside...

come down and let me in...

forbidden fruit all on my mind..

you greet me with a kiss baby..