With Or Without You (Completed)
Oliver looked on amazed as his witch dipped a little backwards, his hand still had a light grip on her upper arm. To an onlooker it would seem like they were in the midst of a slow dance. Oliver kept on watching as her lips uplifted themselves into a pleased smile. Her nose crinkled as another snowflake joined the first one. Her one had stretched out to catch the shiny, multicolored cloud particles. Soon, her woolen cap also got decorated with snow. She sighed out a smokey breath with her eyes fluttering close in the bliss of this moment.
And the sight took Oliver's breath away.
'You...,' Oliver mumbled, 'You look...'
'What?' Elli hummed closing her eyes, the smile was still there and so was her addictive bliss.
Oliver didn't know his mouth had parted open slightly, he felt a thirst like never before engulfing his very being.
'You look...,' He tried again, a lump was forming in his throat.
Hearts beat in rhythm and they beat together fast, it was as if they would keep it up like that until they could combust hand in hand.
But Oliver forced himself to return back to reality. Getting a grip of himself, he finished his dangerous sentence finally. 'You look like Santa Claus!'
Or what else? Oliver mentally chastised himself for even thinking of saying it aloud that she looked beautiful indeed, absolutely gorgeous, like an angel of mischief, a true witch - a white, beautiful one in that case. He couldn't risk saying all that to her and inflate her already oversize ego bag, he couldn't bear having her walk all over him in pride and... whatever.
Elli gasped and stood straighter now, her outstretched hand in it's own accord landed straight on his chest, right over his heart in a - what was supposed be a punishing slap.
Oliver hissed. 'This acidity!'
*You're Still The One, Book 3*
~~It's difficult for them to be with each other, but then, it's also difficult for them to be without each other. ~~