Chapter Forty-Three
Brock
On Saturday afternoon, Lexi and I are on her couch, snuggled together as we watch a movie. The guys were supposed to hang out with us, too, but they “conveniently” had other plans. Well, I’m not going to lie—I’m kind of glad they bailed because I want to spend every second with my awesome girlfriend.
“Why are you smiling like that?” Lexi asks with the most adorable giggle. “You’re supposed to be watching the movie.”
I haven’t been watching the movie for quite some time now.
Rubbing my nose with hers, I say, “Just thinking about how happy and lucky I am.”
Her arms come around me as she pushes herself as close to me as she can. Like she wants to fuse with me. “Well, duh you are. Because you have me.”
I laugh. “Wow, Lexi. Way to be humble.”
She laughs again, and the sound lifts my spirits every time. For many years I was the cause of her pain, but I’m glad I can be the cause of her happiness now.
I play with her curls that are so soft. “But seriously, thank you.”
She bends forward to peck my lips. “Would that be the thousandth time you thanked me?”
“Millionth. Definitely millionth.” I give her a crooked smile. “But this won’t be the last time, either. Because you really, really changed my life, Lexi. I’m serious. From the moment you gave me your colored pens when we were eight, my life changed for the better.” I swallow. “We’ve been through hardships, but we’re in a much better place now. Thanks for not giving up on me. On us.”
I bend closer and kiss her with everything I’ve got. We’ve kissed many, many times these past few days, but with this one, I want to show her just how much I appreciate everything she has done for me.
She squishes herself even closer to me, kissing me back with just as much feeling. Man, I could kiss this girl forever. I liked seeing my parents kiss—it was so romantic. Dad had been through a lot, but he made a good life for himself. He’s such a good husband and dad. I hope I’ll be the man worthy of Lexi. I hope to be that kind of boyfriend and husband one day.
“Gosh, Water Boy,” Lexi says between kisses. “You know how to melt a girl into a puddle.”
I kiss her even deeper, savoring every single second. “I just can’t get enough of you, Majestic Dancer.”
She giggles. “I can’t get enough of you, either.”
We continue kissing, not caring that the movie is still playing and that neither of us is watching. Good thing Mrs. West won’t be back for a while so we have all the time in the world to show each other just how much we mean to one another.
We got caught making out at my house yesterday, but Mom and Dad weren’t upset because they’re so excited that Lexi and I are together. So is Zoey. Apparently, I walk around with a goofy smile on my face or like my head is in the clouds. But who can blame me?
My lips trail from Lexi’s neck to her ear, where I whisper, “You’re the light at the end of my tunnel. The only star in my universe.”
She shivers as I continue popping gentle kisses on her neck and whispering romantic things in her ear.
A sound is heard in the distance and Lexi and I pull away from each other. Is her Mom home?
But after a few seconds, no one enters the house and we don’t hear the noise again.
Lexi shrugs. “Was probably from outside.” She grabs hold of my shirt and yanks me to her, covering my lips with hers and giving me a sweet, slow kiss. My arms come around her, holding her tightly. Our mouths don’t break from one another for a long time—we just can’t seem to stop making out. And I think I know why. All this has been building up between us ever since we were eight. We didn’t understand it back then, but the second she shared her colored pens with me, we were written in the stars.
We take a break to breathe and I press my forehead to hers. My chest heaves, as does hers. Our love is so strong, it leaves us breathless. It shows just how deeply we care for each other.
“Lexi,” I whisper, my fingers wrapping around my shark pendant.
“Brock,” she whispers back, grabbing hold of her pendant as well. It’s like we’re touching each other’s hearts.
Our lips connect again and we kiss each other like there’s no tomorrow. Even though there is. There’s tomorrow and the day after and the day after that.
The rest of our lives.