It All Started With A Kiss

XIX. (Part Two)

"Thank you."

"This was just another compliment. You didn't need to explain; I understood why you did it. That was what impressed me."

"I'm sorry. It's the teacher in me. I'm always approaching situations like they are lessons. I just wanted to say you know how to handle a compliment."

"Thank you." That wasn't hard at all.

"Pat really liked your gift. He appreciated the combination of the sense of humor and that you feel comfortable enough to do it because of your relationship with Jackson."

"I better tell you because it can take years to get to know Pat. He has so much depth, but often it's silent. It took my friend years to understand what I saw in him."

"You affected him. I saw it in his eyes."

Britney wandered in to join us.

"He gets so carried away when he's online. He wants to know about every blade of grass." She waved it off. "I caught the tail end of that. Sunshine, you have a good man with a kind heart and a generous spirit."

Georgia sighed. "Thanks, Mom. I knew you understood."

"It's funny how much you say without words. The way you called her 'Sunshine' expressed volumes about your relationship and the depth of your feelings for each other," I said. "It was beautiful."

Britney pinched my cheek. "This one's a keeper."

Before long, Jackson and Shelia sauntered from the bustling kitchen, their expressions light and carefree. They informed us that Pat was wrapping up her tasks, busy with last-minute preparations, and they were leaving to join the festivities. As they spoke, the delicious aroma of food lingered in the air, a testament to Pat's culinary effort. Meanwhile, Britney excused herself, intent on locating Justin and Georgia, who had wandered off to another corner of the gathering. On the other hand, Shelia seemed to have her own agenda, perhaps hoping to give us a moment of privacy to chat without interruption.

Jackson and I could retreat to my house, where we could indulge in an evening filled with unrestrained intimacy and carefree abandon. However, I was drawn to this moment in his parents' living room, nestled comfortably on the couch. The soft fabric enveloped us, and I curled my body against him, feeling the warmth radiate from him, my arms wrapped securely around him.

My cheek rested gently against his chest, and I could feel the steady rhythm of his breath, rising and falling like the gentle tide. Each heartbeat thudded softly against my skin, a constant reminder of his presence, grounding me in an exhilarating and serene way. His comforting scent filled my senses—an intoxicating mix of something distinctly him, warm and familiar. At that moment, time felt suspended; I felt safe, cherished, and utterly content, exactly where I was meant to be.

We spent an eternity talking and cuddling, wrapped in each other's warmth. Our affection was so comfortable that it almost became a cocoon, shielding us from the worries of the outside world. However, as the moments passed, my mind began to wander. The longer we stayed there, the more I worried about our happiness's fragility. It felt too perfect, almost surreal. Could people maintain this content for a long time?

A creeping thought invaded my mind: what unforeseen event could come along and disrupt this bliss? It’s curious how quickly perspectives can shift. Not long ago, I had been convinced I was wholly content with my life, basking in the satisfaction of my circumstances. I moved through each day, unaware of the looming shadows that could disrupt my peace. Now, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something could inevitably go wrong and shatter this idyllic moment.

Reflecting on my past, I wasn't delighted; I was content, or perhaps more accurately, complacent. At that point in my life, I was convinced I had everything I could ever want. My routine felt secure, and there was no reason to question my situation. I didn't entertain thoughts of potential upheaval or challenges that could threaten the stability I had come to rely on, believing that my circumstances were unshakeable. The certainty of my life led me to overlook the underlying dissatisfaction that lingered just beneath the surface, disguising itself as a false sense of fulfillment.

Now, was I delighted, or was I? Would I reflect on this and realize I had misinterpreted the situation again?

As I allowed myself to consider the possibility of feeling genuinely pleased, a sensation I had believed was within my grasp, I questioned why there should be any more significant risk of losing that contentment now than before. I felt a whisper of doubt creeping in, but I silenced it, urging myself to simply be present. I took a deep breath, inhaling his familiar scent, which wrapped around me like a comforting embrace. In that moment, I surrendered to the joy of being exactly where I longed to be—surrounded by the soothing warmth of the person I cherished above all else. With that thought, I immersed myself in the experience, letting the world around me fade away as I savored the connection we shared. And so, I did.

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