hand to my dorm. We enter the building and it seems like Jason starts to get anxious but I don’t’ know why so I just ignore it.
He walks up the flight of stairs with me and with every step we take his smile gets wider. Like he’s excited about something but I have no idea what so I just shrug it off.
We get to the door and I feel him looking at me as I unlock the door. That’s when I figure that he’s probably just really excited to see Magda for some reason.
Then I remember that she’s not a huge fan of him and as far as I’m concerned the feeling’s mutual. She says it’s because she can tell he’s a heartbreaker and she’s waiting for the time he does it to me so she can kick his ass. I think his reason for not liking her is because he knows she doesn’t like him. Weirdos.
I shake my head at the thought and open the door to find rose petals all over the floor leading to my bed while candles burn all over the windowsill. Darren Hayes is singing about love being insatiable on my computer.
Tears pool in my eyes when I think of him going through all this trouble to make tonight with him special. There’s a tingle in the pit of my stomach when I picture him doing this for me. Then I realize that I haven’t been the only one thinking about getting to this level.
I know that he’s waiting to hear my reaction but I can’t find the words to describe what I’m feeling. All I know is that I’m a little scared because I have never done this before.
I look around my room again and after a couple of minutes of taking in everything that he has done to make me feel comfortable, my apprehension disappears because I know that he’s the only one I want to be with.
I’ve known for a while that it hurts my heart when I’m not with him and there’s only one word that can describe the strong feelings he invokes in me—love.
I think that I fell in love with Jason the moment I met him. I’ve just been too scared to accept it, until now.
This whole time I’ve thought he felt the same way about me but I question it at times because he’s always so hot and cold about us.
Now, the real question is, do I have the courage to tell him what I feel so that we can become more than what we are?
Anxious, I turn to face him. “Jason, this is beautiful, did you do this…for me? No one’s ever done this for me--” I say with tears threatening to spill over.
“It’s not as beautiful as you are to me. Besides, I wanted tonight to be special and I know you like all this “romantic” stuff so I figured I would give it to you.” He shrugs as if the gesture means nothing.
I smile to try to keep the tears at bay. “It’s something all right, Mr. Roberts. I love it, I –“
I don’t get to finish because he stops me by grabbing both sides of my face and kissing me gently. Dammit! Almost…
I was about to tell him what I haven’t been able to since that night we met a month ago—that I’m in love with him.
He pulls away to look me in the eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Alexandra…sometimes when I look at you, it hurts.”
Stubborn tears fall slowly down my face from how beautiful he’s making this moment for me but I’m also sad that I won’t be able to tell him how I really feel tonight or maybe ever.
He kisses away my tears with his mouth while continuing to make me melt with his words, “Don’t cry, baby, I just wanted tonight to be special for you because you make me feel special every time
He walks up the flight of stairs with me and with every step we take his smile gets wider. Like he’s excited about something but I have no idea what so I just shrug it off.
We get to the door and I feel him looking at me as I unlock the door. That’s when I figure that he’s probably just really excited to see Magda for some reason.
Then I remember that she’s not a huge fan of him and as far as I’m concerned the feeling’s mutual. She says it’s because she can tell he’s a heartbreaker and she’s waiting for the time he does it to me so she can kick his ass. I think his reason for not liking her is because he knows she doesn’t like him. Weirdos.
I shake my head at the thought and open the door to find rose petals all over the floor leading to my bed while candles burn all over the windowsill. Darren Hayes is singing about love being insatiable on my computer.
Tears pool in my eyes when I think of him going through all this trouble to make tonight with him special. There’s a tingle in the pit of my stomach when I picture him doing this for me. Then I realize that I haven’t been the only one thinking about getting to this level.
I know that he’s waiting to hear my reaction but I can’t find the words to describe what I’m feeling. All I know is that I’m a little scared because I have never done this before.
I look around my room again and after a couple of minutes of taking in everything that he has done to make me feel comfortable, my apprehension disappears because I know that he’s the only one I want to be with.
I’ve known for a while that it hurts my heart when I’m not with him and there’s only one word that can describe the strong feelings he invokes in me—love.
I think that I fell in love with Jason the moment I met him. I’ve just been too scared to accept it, until now.
This whole time I’ve thought he felt the same way about me but I question it at times because he’s always so hot and cold about us.
Now, the real question is, do I have the courage to tell him what I feel so that we can become more than what we are?
Anxious, I turn to face him. “Jason, this is beautiful, did you do this…for me? No one’s ever done this for me--” I say with tears threatening to spill over.
“It’s not as beautiful as you are to me. Besides, I wanted tonight to be special and I know you like all this “romantic” stuff so I figured I would give it to you.” He shrugs as if the gesture means nothing.
I smile to try to keep the tears at bay. “It’s something all right, Mr. Roberts. I love it, I –“
I don’t get to finish because he stops me by grabbing both sides of my face and kissing me gently. Dammit! Almost…
I was about to tell him what I haven’t been able to since that night we met a month ago—that I’m in love with him.
He pulls away to look me in the eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Alexandra…sometimes when I look at you, it hurts.”
Stubborn tears fall slowly down my face from how beautiful he’s making this moment for me but I’m also sad that I won’t be able to tell him how I really feel tonight or maybe ever.
He kisses away my tears with his mouth while continuing to make me melt with his words, “Don’t cry, baby, I just wanted tonight to be special for you because you make me feel special every time
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