"I swear to God if my neighbours saw anything I'm moving out of Britain and changing my name." I laughed and pulled the blanket higher.
John laughed as well and planted a kiss on my forehead before pulling me to lay on top of him.
"Loretta, your entire backyard is surrounded with bushes. No one saw anything. And we were under the blanket the whole time." He reassured kissed my forehead again. A smile so happy was spread across his face, that it must've hurt. The smile was contagious and I soon found myself smiling a smile equally as wide."You are so beautiful." He whispered and lifted his hands to my cheeks, caressing them with his thumbs.
My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest. I could feel blood rushing to my cheeks and I bit my bottom lip. I suppose I Instinctively began hiding my face, because he moved his palm underneith my chin and kissed my lips to keep me from tilting my head.
"Don't look away love. I mean it." He said and kissed me again.
"You're making me blush." I stuttered and earned a soft chuckle from him.
"Cute."
"No it isn't! It's embarrassing." I laughed.
He pulled me higher up on his chest so that my face was directly above his and without a word he pulled me into a soft kiss.
"It's pretty cute." He mumbled and smiled.
"You're so cheesy." I laughed and poked his nose.
"You basically built us a bloody fort in your backyard where we can listen to the Beatles while stargazing, and then you proceed to have sex with me in the said fort under the stars and I'm the cheesy one?"
Yeah I suppose that made me the cheesy one.
"Perhaps I might be the cheesy one." I laughed and rested my head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around my back and kissed my head.
"Yeah, one could say that." He chuckled.
Oh how I enjoyed this. The thought of me having to get up and go to work in two hours was making me die inside, but I simply couldn't call in sick again.
Soon I could hear the quiet man snoring softly underneith me. As much as I would've wanted to fall asleep as well, I knew that if I fell asleep now, I would not wake up in time. So I laid there, on top the man that I...
I didn't want to say it. I didn't want to admit it. I wasn't going to admit it. I simply enjoyed John's company. He's a likeable man, who wouldn't enjoy his company? Who wouldn't want to spend every waking moment with him and hold him whenever they could? Who wouldn't want to have him call them cute or sweetheart or have him drive to their house in the middle of the night? Who wouldn't want to have him there for the ups and downs and to tell you that everything was going to be alright?
Did I make a terrible decision again? I mean, sleeping with John again. This time I knew that we had a rubber but still... Am I being an idiot? am I being too carefree?
I looked at the man underneith me and I knew that I was worrying over nothing. It was amazing. Even more amazing than the last time. And that's exactly what worried me so much. I wanted to be around him as much as possible, and that's what hurt last time. But I was willing to take the risk.And that I look back at that night, I think it was then that I first realised I loved him.
"John, you can not come to work with me. That's not how it works in real life." I said as I buttoned my shirt.
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Smile for me, John Deacon
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