Dylan - December 23 #3
“I suppose so,” I say, taking another sip of my champagne.
I grab the napkin and wipe the edges of my mouth, then my hands and place it back down on the table beside my plate.
This is supposed to be a date, and with a date comes questions, even the awkward ones that we want to avoid for risk of screwing up what has so far been a wonderful evening.
But as I stare at the man sitting opposite me, sipping on his champagne, I come to the realization that now is a good time to ask him the one thing that has been on my mind for days now.
“Liam?”
He turns to look at me and asks, “Yeah?”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course. Isn’t that what being on a date is all about?”
I smile.
“Why did you choose me?” I ask.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Out of all the people in the world you could have chosen to have a relationship with, why did you pick me?”
He frowns and replies, “I’m not sure I understand your question, Dylan.”
“It’s a simple question, Liam. I don’t have money or the popularity that you do. What was it about me that attracted you so much?”
He lets out a sigh, then places his glass of champagne back down on the table and stares at me blankly.
“Haven’t we already been over this?” he asks.
“I want to know, Liam. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of men out there who have much more attributing qualities than I do. You could have chosen any one of them. Why did you pick me?”
“Because I felt alive when I met you. You made me feel things I’ve never felt before.
Sure, you could argue the fact that if our brothers never married, we may never have met or crossed paths.
But the fact of the matter is that they did get married and we did meet, and I’ve spent the last five years obsessing over you because every day when I see you at the office, you make me happy.
You know what it’s like, Dylan, a casual hook-up is just about sex, there’s no love or real connection.
Most of the time, well in my case anyway, there’s not even an attraction, it’s just about getting laid with no strings attached.
I know how that makes me sound, and to be honest, I don’t really care because those days are over.
” He stretches his hand across the table and grabs hold of mine, then continues.
“You’re my entire world, Dylan. I know it’s taken me five years to realize that, but it’s five years too many, and I’m glad I made my move when I did because if I hadn’t you would have slipped right through my fingers. ”
Perfection doesn’t get any better than this.
Liam is the sweetest, most caring person I’ve met and I can’t believe it’s taken us this long to find our way to each other.
As a smile crosses my lips, I inspect every impeccable inch of Liam and take in every single detail.
My heart begins racing at a million miles a minute, I don’t really know why.
Maybe because it knows that I’m head over heels for this guy and that my feelings toward him are genuine.
“What more do I have to do to prove to you that you’re the only one for me?” he continues.
“I don’t know, maybe just … say that you love me,” I say.
He lets go of my hand, then lifts himself out of his seat and moves to the side of the table I’m sitting on. He kneels down and I turn to face him, then he lifts me out of my seat and pulls me in toward him until our bodies are pressed hard against one another.
“Dylan Lewis, I am completely and hopelessly in love with you,” he confesses.
His eyes narrow in on my lips, then he leans forward and presses a kiss to my mouth.
Although it’s a soft and seductive kiss, my lips are hungry for his touch, and I don’t want to let him go.
He moves closer between my legs until my groin is brushing against the inside of his thigh and he continues to devour my mouth while caressing my cheeks.
His hand then moves to my hair where he runs his fingers through it, the feeling making me squirm.
When our lips part, I look at him and say, “And I love you, too.”
Just as I’m about to take him in another kiss, a woman enters the balcony holding a microphone and accompanied by a man with a violin.
I’d almost forgotten about this surprise that I had planned for him.
While I was preparing for the evening, I asked the receptionist what they do for entertainment at the resort.
She told me that they offer a wild range of activities and entertainment, including a DJ and allowing people to make fun of themselves with karaoke but when I asked her what’s something couples do around here to spice up their romance, she suggested a singer.
One of the workers on the island is a singer who performs for many of the guests on the island.
When I told her what I had planned for Liam, she suggested Ariel, so I arranged for her to perform for us at this exact moment and location.
“What’s going on here?” Liam asks.
Ariel stands with her back to the balcony, and the gentleman positions himself beside her. He starts playing the chords on his violin and Ariel brings the microphone to her lips.
“Liam, will you dance with me?” I ask.
I reach out my hand for him to take, and he does so as Ariel begins singing the opening line to Shania Twain’s “From This Moment On.”
We dance slow and close as the sun sets around us.
The scenery is beautiful, and Ariel’s beautiful voice resonates through the rest of the song.
The evening is definitely turning out perfect, just the way I planned it.
And being here with Liam, is the perfect ending to a perfect day.
When Ariel finishes the song, we thank her, then Liam reaches into his pocket, pulls out his wallet and hands her a one-hundred-dollar bill.
She thanks him and gives us both a smile, then she and the violinist exit, leaving myself and Liam alone on the balcony.
We walk over to the edge of the balcony and lean over the railing, admiring the breathtaking view around us as the sun continues to set.
Liam moves from my left, grabbing my waist and spinning me around so that my ass is now pressed against the railing and he presses his body against mine.
He then brings his lips in and kisses me.
“Thank you,” he says.
“For what?”
“A magical and beautiful evening. It was absolutely perfect,” he says, leaning in and pressing another kiss to my lips.
“I wanted it to be special, a date that we can both remember,” I say.
“It was definitely special, and you’re special. It’s definitely going to be a night I’ll never forget,” he tells me.
“The night is still young. What else would you like to do?” I ask.
“What I would like to do is take you to bed and go to sleep. I was up early this morning, remember? I’m exhausted, and I’d like nothing more than to go to bed with you.”
“I think that can be arranged,” I say.
I press a kiss to his lips, then he scoops me into his arms and carries me through the door and into the bedroom.