Even after all the kisses we've shared already, for him kiss me straight on the lips in public feels monumental. It's just not something I can fathom ever happening back at Samwell and definitely not something that could've ever happened in Georgia. My cheeks go pink almost immediately and I know I can't so much as even try fighting the smile splitting my face.
Especially not when he takes my hand and starts leading me toward the beach. We pass a few more restaurants along the way and then we're on the boardwalk and then out on the sand and then further still until there's absolutely nobody else around. It's a bit chilly with the breeze coming off the water, but I swear I don't feel even a little bit cold when I see what's there waiting for us.
"Oh my goodness."
Jack steps away then to kneel on the blanket, pulling out container after container, each one holding a Southern staple and I have no idea where he's gotten it all or if he's even maybe cooked it all himself and it doesn't really matter either way because my heart is beating so, so fast and my eyes are prickling and all I can do is stand there with a hand held to my mouth and wonder when exactly I stepped into this dream and how I can just live here forever.
I don't manage a word for a few moments and I realize with a jolt that Jack's still looking up at me nervously and I suddenly drop to my knees to join him on the blanket, fighting back happy tears as I carefully set aside the bouquet, shaking my head all the while.
"Oh shush, you absolutely ridiculous, amazing, incredible, beautiful boy," I say, finally getting close enough to curl my fingers in the front of shirt and pull him in close. I don't care if my cheeks are a little damp and that it's possibly the clumsiest kiss ever, I have to do something. I keep it short at least, smoothing his shirt back when I pull away and wiping at my eyes with one hand. "Goodness, this is just... all of this is incredible, Jack. I can't believe it."
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Date: 2016-05-09 06:58 am (UTC)Especially not when he takes my hand and starts leading me toward the beach. We pass a few more restaurants along the way and then we're on the boardwalk and then out on the sand and then further still until there's absolutely nobody else around. It's a bit chilly with the breeze coming off the water, but I swear I don't feel even a little bit cold when I see what's there waiting for us.
"Oh my goodness."
Jack steps away then to kneel on the blanket, pulling out container after container, each one holding a Southern staple and I have no idea where he's gotten it all or if he's even maybe cooked it all himself and it doesn't really matter either way because my heart is beating so, so fast and my eyes are prickling and all I can do is stand there with a hand held to my mouth and wonder when exactly I stepped into this dream and how I can just live here forever.
I don't manage a word for a few moments and I realize with a jolt that Jack's still looking up at me nervously and I suddenly drop to my knees to join him on the blanket, fighting back happy tears as I carefully set aside the bouquet, shaking my head all the while.
"Oh shush, you absolutely ridiculous, amazing, incredible, beautiful boy," I say, finally getting close enough to curl my fingers in the front of shirt and pull him in close. I don't care if my cheeks are a little damp and that it's possibly the clumsiest kiss ever, I have to do something. I keep it short at least, smoothing his shirt back when I pull away and wiping at my eyes with one hand. "Goodness, this is just... all of this is incredible, Jack. I can't believe it."