Blooming Love
(FULL BOOK AVAILABLE IN AMAZON)The next day, Roslin got ready, perfecting her look from morning till evening. She was excited but confused about where to meet Loviyan since they hadn't discussed it. As she was about to cross the river, a little girl approached her, offering a bouquet of flowers.
"Aww, thank you! You look so cute!" Roslin said, smiling at the girl. The little one beamed with happiness and gestured for Roslin to bend down.
"Close your eyes until I say 'open,'" she whispered.
"Oh, okay!"
"Open!" Loviyan whispered in her ear which made her tickle a bit.
Roslin opened her eyes to find flowers arranged all around her—lilies everywhere. She was surprised by the sheer number of blooms, and then, as if on cue, rose petals began to rain down. Loviyan stood in front of her in the whitest clothes she had ever seen.
"Do you want me to kiss your shirt?" she teased.
"It'll give it life," he replied with a grin.
With a big smile, she pressed her lips against his shirt, leaving a faint lip stain.
"Told ya it would look good," he said, locking eyes with her as they both smiled without saying a word.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked.
Roslin looked away, pondering. "Like…" She then turned back to him. "As you planned?"
"Is that cinnamon I smell?" he asked, leaning in closer.
He kissed her neck gently, and she felt a shiver run through her as her hands rested on his chest. She tried to move away, but he held her close, rubbing his just regrown beard against her neck.
"Ahhh!" she screamed, unable to contain her laughter. "I'm ticklish!"
He pulled back, but then, with both hands on her waist, he tickled her again. She couldn't stop laughing.
"So where are we going?"
"Follow me, as usual."
"What? I never did. You lingered me!"
"I lingered you?" he laughed, giving her a playful nudge.
"To the river!" she teased.
He playfully pinched her waist, and she playfully defended herself. They arrived at one of her favourite restaurants, and after ordering, Loviyan turned his chair toward her, resting his hand over hers.
"So…" he began.
"Why isn't there anyone here?" she interrupted.
"Who knows?"
She smiled, thinking he might have arranged it all just for them.
"So did you tell anyone?"
"About what?"
"About me."
"About you?"
"No, I meant, like… you like me or something?"
"One of my friends, Doris."
"She's, my cousin."
"I didn't know that"
"Didn't she tell you?"
"I referred you as the willow guy"
"We are close"
"You told me you have a sister. Where is she?"
"She's with her boyfriend and didn't tell any of us."
"Oh."
"She may come one day."
Their food arrived, and they enjoyed their meal before stepping outside.
"So, I'll take you to my house," Loviyan said.
"I'm not coming"
"Why? Nothing's going to happen."
"No!" she laughed. "I mean, let's go!"
"What a beautyful sky"
"I want to freeze this moment" he told her looking into her eyes.
The night was cool, they held hands, teasing each other about how they crushed on each other, walking home. Loviyan showed her his childhood paintings, and she couldn't help but pinch his cheeks.
"You're so cute!"
"No, you are!" he said, pushing her to the pillow. She grabbed him and they kissed him all night. The next morning, they woke up—unable to move but giggling, nonetheless. Loviyan asked if she wanted to go to class.
"If you say no, then I won't," she replied, still snuggled in bed. They continued kissing, lost in each other's warmth.
Eventually, Loviyan paused. "Do you want to eat something?"
"No, I'm don't. I'll eat at noon," she said, and they resumed making love.
Later, they went to work, bringing a few tales with them. At noon, as they shared a meal, Roslin mentioned, "My dad wants to meet you next week."
"Okay."
"Wow, that was easy! I thought you would hesitate."
"I like traditions."
"Thank god."
After eating, they went to the willow to read, by the river side. Loviyan laid his head on her lap while reading his favourite book, Knight Caught by Lucille La to her, a tale of how a dangerous guy fell in love with a soft, beautiful girl.
He read to her until she stopped him.
"You didn't like it?" he asked.
"I can't stop blushing!"
"It's okay; I want to see you blush."
She covered her face and asked him to pause for a moment. As she placed her hand on his chest, he kissed it and gazed into her eyes.
"They are beautiful," he said, and she looked down shyly.
"Don't look away; see here," he pointed to his eyes. "I want to look into those black berries, I'll never blink." it's a name to her eyes.
Roslin giggled, covering his eyes. "Oh my god, stop that! I want to jump into that river!" she felt nervous.
"Alright, back to reading," she said, trying to regain her composure. He sat up and pushed her gently against the tree locking their eyes, kissing her again.
"You really get my nerves going, huh?" he teased.
She was about to respond but couldn't find the words.
"I come to this willow just to see you, you know that?" he said, leaning in closer. Before she could answer, he kissed her passionately, leaving her breathless.
"You have soft lips," he murmured, she tried to breath.
She gently pushed him away, wanting a moment to breath. But he wouldn't stop. "I want to take you home again," he whispered, letting his hand travel from her waist to her neck.
She turned away, taking a deep breath, but he didn't give her much time before kissing her again. She jumped, feeling ticklish from his touch.
"Oh my god!" he kept blinking.
"How's it?" he asked, mischievously.
"Mind-blowing!"
"Ask me," he teased.
"How's it?"
"Never been so intense."
"Thank god, Am I the first one to hear that?"
"Yeah, and you'll be the last," he replied, and she paused, looking into his eyes filled with pure happiness.
"You'll be mine too, Hexy," she said softly.
"Hexy?"
"It's a nick name"
"What does it even mean?"
"Feel that you give me"
"Feel?"
"Every time your eyes meet mine, oh my God" she held her head and acted like she is collapsing. "It's like you're hexing my heart"
"Am I?" he asked, playfully pushing her.
"I'm sure, I'll pass away if you keep looking like that for a while" She blushed, feeling vulnerable. "I feel enchanted by you," she admitted.
"And?" he raised a brow.
"As if I'm cursed, but I'm pretty sure you hexed me"
"You are," he laughed. "By me." He acted spooky, making her giggle.
"I saw you first and followed you, so I feel like," she said, pointing a finger playfully. "Wait! or am I?" she doubted tapping her finger to her chin, she looked at him as if she found out.
"Hey, no! Maybe if you have a boyfriend, I'll force you to take my love potion!"
"Even I thought I would do this to you one day!"
"I feel like you cursed me, you witchy!"
"Shut up," she said, laughing.
"Don't leave me," he pleaded.
"Aww, my Hexy. I won't."
"Hexy?" He laughed. "Okay, Hexy" adopting a baby voice.
He asked her to come with him, and she sat on his broom. They flew to a tall tree, where he perched on a branch and invited her to join him. He placed his hands on her waist and kissed her neck, but she cautioned, "Wait, not here! It's too dangerous. If I laugh and fall, it's over!"
"Okay, ma'am."
"Call me Hexy."
"Hexy." he rubbed his nose to hers.
She laughed, and he annoyed as she kept calling him hexy, mimicking a loud laugh.
"God, do you want me to continue the story?" he asked, picking up the tale again.
He read until the end, asking her multiple times how she felt about the story while dropping her off at her home.(FULL BOOK AVAILABLE IN AMAZON)