The night, leading up to now had been timorous and convivial. He’d enjoyed it, reticent in his manner, he’d listened to her talk over dinner. He’d been enjoying her presence, a melomaniac to a symphony and he didn’t dare ever silence her. Beautiful and wondrous was how she looked in her dress, and even more so while thoroughly enjoying her dinner (he in fact, liked a girl that could eat), and as the night lingered he couldn’t help but feel the desire to show her off as he should. He happily opened doors and pulled out her chair upon being seated and helped her take off her coat. He did it again now, again, with roughened but docile hands as they arrived back to his apartment, fingers brushing over her arm. He hung it up on the wobbly coat rack, his own coat placed next as he swiftly removed it. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her beelining towards his bedroom door, “You aren’t tired, are you?” He asked with a smile, capering, beaconing her to glance over her shoulder; he wanted to see her face again, even if it had only been a matter of thirty seconds without. Garrett moved then towards his room, swiftly, stepping around her before she could suitably get to the door, and he found her eyes before he opened it, suddenly playfully expectant as he was boyishly fevered.
He opened it, to reveal a dimmed room, recently lit with a few candles–– thanks to one of the friendlier of his roommates who’d obliged–– before they had arrived. But that was only the beginning of the details that could be picked apart. Petals were scattered on top of his duvet, dark red roses, and the room had clearly been polished to a higher standard than she was likely used to seeing. An old and soft song lulled from a speaker, but a good one, loud enough to hear but low enough to where it wasn’t the forefront. A window was cracked; he realized he had forgotten to close it but somehow the soft ambiance that floated in from the night produced a whimsical tone: the elusive illusion that it was a hot summer night. He’d spent a few hours putting it all together, the cleaning, obviously the most time-consuming part, but he had taken relative care in where to place the candles and the petals. He’d never wanted something to be as perfect as he had wanted it to be tonight. He watched her expression as she walked in, studying it and admiring it and he wanted to remember it for times when she wasn’t around, like a trinket to keep in his pocket.
He closed the door gently, the knob turned first, and his hands found his pockets nervously as he watched her inspect his transformative bedroom. Her back to him and his eyes took her in, from the long blonde curls that fell over her shoulders to the bare skin barely exposed by her dress. He lingered on the inside of her thighs. Baby It’s You by The Beatles–– he could recognize the tune now, briefly, and he could tell his mind was trying to grapple onto anything. He wasn’t wary of what was physically to come but of what he wanted to say to her before. He knew it wasn’t anything necessarily groundbreaking, but the weight latched to his chest. Garrett had been working on it: trying to say what he meant in a way that sounded decent. He’d never be good with words, he had never been in the past, he knew this, but he could at least try. Chandler made him want to try. He got closer to her, step by step, and as she turned to meet his predominance he met her with a small smile, “I hope this is okay for you,” He told her, steady, and as he got closer he kept his hands where they were: at bay a restrained. He looked as if he were about to kiss her but he stalled, remaining a few inches away from her face. If his hands weren’t tied down he knew he’d be fidgeting with his tie, revealing his true composition, which could only be described as on the cusp of shambles. As his eyes looked over her earnestly he managed to cool against her Prussian blue gaze, and the boy leaned in slowly finally, finding her lips tenderly. He breathed in lightly through his nose, his hands ultimately lifting from his pockets to reach her smooth jaw, deepening the embrace, and he could’ve sworn the February breeze must’ve trickled in at that moment and left him with goosebumps trailing up his arms.
The moment was softened as it was slow and silent. The music lulled. He could feel her touch against him, and gradually he was cooled by it, no longer growing ardent but instead content, as he usually was. He pulled back, his forehead brushing over hers before he turned his head a fraction to the side to look at her, his eyes landing on the corner of her mouth. He watched it twitch, and the brunette minutely smiled before his expression once more settled into something more collected, his brows slightly knotting with attention, “… I know the other week you said I make you really happy,” He began, looking down, “Well, you make me really happy,” Garrett’s gaze lifted then, as did a corner of his lips, his defined features face warmed against the tender yellow glow the room hummed, “I’ve never…” The male discreetly shrugged, “–– I haven’t ever felt like this with just anyone,” He turned his head and he remained, sinking into her presence just a little more, “–and I wanna be there. I always wanna be there. That’s the commitment I made when I asked you to be with me,” He told her, starting to smile, “to protect you and care for you, and that’s a promise I wanna keep.” His hands had slid down to her waist, considerately and softly rubbing against them, sizing them up with his palms, “I’m not gonna let anything hurt you. Ever. As long as we’re together.”
The night Garrett had planned for the two had exceeded all expectations that Chandler had. Never in her twenty-one years did she expect to be wined and dined on a day she would typically refer to as a ‘Hallmark holiday,’ but there she was nervously fiddling with the silk hem on her lust-red dress in a secluded window seat at The Mill. The cuisine was impressive but her main focus was on her company sitting across from her looking as handsome as ever; and though she held most of the conversation, she never for one second felt snubbed or mundane in her words. He listened and they laughed, and not one thing felt forced. From the beginning of the date to end he had remained a complete gentleman— pulling out her chair to opening doors and taking off her jacket. That wasn’t much of a surprise, though, she knew from her last date with Garrett that he was chivalrous and knew how to treat a lady. The muscles in her cheeks began to ache mid-meal from grinning so much and by the end the throbbing had turned numb.
They made it back to his place where he continued his gallant acts and as he removed her long pea-coat she felt goosebumps rise on her bare shoulders from his fingers brushing against them. Her nude heels clicked against the oak floors as she mindlessly headed towards his bedroom until his voice made her halt. The corners of her lips curled up and she turned her head to look back at him, her chin resting on her shoulder and eyes sizing up the boy walking towards her, “ No, of course not. ” The night they just had had her riding high and the only thing she was thinking about was getting out of her clothes and into the bed with him. She watched him languidly as he made his way in front of her, now inches from his bedroom door and as he paused in front of it her head slanted to the side, her expression reading something between playful and impatient. As he opened the clad threshold her countenance quickly shifted to something softer and she stepped in front of him as she started to scan the room.
The room smelled of vetiver and cardamom and the amber hue that flickered on the walls overwhelmed her with a sense of placidity and romance. “ Gare... ” She trailed as she continued to a few more steps into the room, taking in every detail that must’ve been meticulously planned by the boy she cared for so much. She felt like she was in a dream, that this couldn’t possibly be happening to her, that she wouldn’t dare be this lucky to have someone in her life who’d take their time to try and make her as special as she did right now. A familiar early nineties song strummed in the background and while her eyes found the rose petals spread across the contrasted duvet and she felt him near so she turned, eyes meeting his. “ This is more than okay... ” she paused looking behind her again, taking in a few small details before turning back to him, “ This is perfect. ” Her expression read genuine and if his hands weren’t in his pockets she would have reached to hold them. She watched him and as a comfortable silence fell between them she felt soothed, as a child would feel when they held their favorite blanket.
His lips were now on hers, slow and intimate, and as his digits grazed against her smooth jaw she turned her head slightly allowing the kiss to deepen. Her hands adhered to his wrists lightly as they intensified her mouth moving rhythmic with his before it grew stagnant again and broke. As his hands lowered her’s followed, her fingers lingering on his skin before finding their resting spot at her side. There was a break in the music and the only thing to be heard was the sporadic February breeze shifting through the window’s curtain and quite possibly her heartbeat that felt as though it was coming out of her chest. He began to speak and she watched his lips as they moved, her sole focus being on what he was going to say next. The moment was thick and as he explained how happy she made him she couldn’t help but notice a variety of emotions flowing through her. ‘ I haven’t ever felt like this with just anyone. ’ A smile lifted on her countenance, a modest one, but it was present and she knew that she reciprocated that feeling.
What she felt with him was new and overwhelming, but in a good way, and as he continued to speak she felt her eyes begin to burn and her vision narrowly blur. She wasn’t sure where the tears welding up were coming from but they came up without much warning and so she bit her lip lightly as she turned her head, blinking hard and quickly wiping her eyes. “ I’m sorry, ” Her eyes were red and her index finger was dampened as she turned back, “ I have no clue why I’m crying, I’m happy I swear. ” A small laugh erupted from her and she wet her lips before continuing, “ You saying all that I just... ” She stopped to gather her thoughts but her gaze stayed on his, “ I’ve never had someone be there for me like that, or atleast want to. And it’s so refreshing to hear you say what you just did. ” The smile stayed on her face for a few seconds more and her eyes began to dry up before her expression shifted into something more solemn. His touch on her waist was reassuring and she moved her hands to his forearms, her thumbs rubbing up and down slowly, “ Today has been perfect. You are perfect. ” As her gaze settled into his blues and she felt her breath lighten and as she began to speak again, her right hand snaked up around to find his nape, “ Thank you. ”
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