Literature of Love

(17) Differences, Glitters and Fire

Elnora

It's been a while since I went to a bar and the place where Carter invited me to be is not the ordinary bar that I expected. I still can't believe that this type of place existed. I mean Carter definitely knows some places when it comes to arts and literature, I wouldn't be surprised if it's some museum or book library, but a bar like this? It is awesome!

I scanned the room, my eyes glued to the glittery ceiling that contrasts the wooden wall with different books being hanged on it, paintings, and figures. The two designs are different from each other, it's probably weird for some people who wasn't into art. And for people who like arts as well.

But for someone like me, the indifference of the two designs is meant to symbolize that sometimes it is not that bad to be different from each other- for it compliments your relationship.

I jolted when I felt Carter's lips near my ear, "Do you like it?" He asked while his hand is on my lap, his fingers twirling on the bottom part of my dress.

I pulled away from him to look at his face, "Are you kidding me? I love this place already!"

His lips rose up, showing his perfect teeth, "Well, I'm glad you agreed to come with me even though you don't like drinking."

I hum softly, "Sorry to break it to you, I'm still not drinking tonight. I don't trust myself."

"It's fine, El. I won't be drinking tonight as well."

My forehead creases at his reply, "Why not?"

My boyfriend- boyfriend, I mused to myself as I laugh at that thought- just shrugged before he looked away.

The music blast louder, but I can't help to ask why Carter won't be drinking tonight. "Why won't you?"

"I'm driving you home." He gave his attention back to me. His electric blue eyes send shockwaves down my entire body.

Everything stops, or not really. Maybe my focus is solely on him that's why I don't notice the time or anyone aside from Carter.

I played with his hands on mine, or more like fidget. I'm not anxious, just nervous about how his eyes land on mine. Too intense and intimate. He communicates through his stares and even though we've been together long enough to get acquainted with each other's company, it's still hard to not be amazed at how gorgeous his eyes are.

I lick my lips as I look away from his gaze. "I can drive us home, you know. Or you just don't trust my driving skills?" I joked instead.

"There's that." He lowers himself to kiss my temple, my heart starts beating faster than usual because of the act.

Carter's full attention is on me so he noticed my reaction, but he thought it was because of the joke. "I'm kidding. I just don't feel like drinking tonight."

"Don't you have a high tolerance for alcohol?" I queried again, trying to divert my attention by looking through the ocean of people. Having fun and living their best lives.

How long does it take for someone to let go of their fears and doubts? Act as if everything is fine. I give some thought to myself as I observed the people around me.

People inside this bar look happy, yet I wonder what are their stories. It's not all glittery and sunshine after all, but they sure learned a lot from it.

I was pulled back from my reverie when Carter laughs before he gives me a peck on the lips, "Who knows?"

"I'm serious though." I blinked my eyes, as it took me a minute to pull myself back. I, then proceed to play with his golden curly hair.