31. Indy
THIRTY-ONE
INDY
I’m giddy with love.
Fascinated by infatuation.
Filled with adoration.
Butterflies swoop around in my belly, and my chest jolts with joy.
Fireworks explode inside me day and night.
Because of him.
Because I’m in love.
With a man.
I’m in love with a man.
The coolest guy.
The perfect dude.
A funny, smart, gorgeous person.
He makes me stupid with fascination.
I hang on his words and laugh at all his jokes. He tells the best jokes. I follow him with my gaze and eat him with my eyes. He’s delicious. I link my fingers with his when we walk down the street.
My lips are constantly swollen from his kisses.
My heart only has room for him.
I want to use all the silliest pet names. Shout them from the rooftops. Let everybody know.
He’s my baby.
My darling.
My love.
My man.
My baby sleeps in a cocoon of blankets.
My darling burrows deeper under the covers while I slide my fingertips over the soft, messy strands of his chestnut hair.
My love opens his eyes and sends me a sleepy smile.
My man wraps me in his arms and loves me right back.
He adores me.
He wants me.
He can’t get enough of me.
Rolling myself out of bed is a challenge. I want to stay. Already, I yearn for him. I’ve hit the snooze button on my alarm three times.
He grabs my hand and groans.
“Don’t go. I need you here.”
My heart soars, and I laugh.
Happy.
Ridiculously happy.
Endlessly happy.
I let him pull me back. I topple on top of my love, and he catches me because he always does.
“I have to. I’m so late.”
I kiss him, and he wraps himself around me.
“Screw that. Let me love you instead.” He throws the covers over us, trapping us both in this little shared world of ours where nobody else is welcome.
I comb my fingers through his messy hair and kiss the tip of his nose. “I love you.”
His smile is luminous. Breathtaking. Lovely. Perfect. “I’ll drive you.”
“Mom already said she would. But pick me up after?”
I get out of bed.
I’m happy.
Nauseatingly, disgustingly happy.
We’ll make people roll their eyes at us with our happiness.
I’m late already, so I rush and run. I get dressed, toothbrush hanging from my mouth. I hop around on one foot while I try to pull up my shorts, and my baby, my darling, my love, my man laughs, brilliant and perfect.
He gets out of bed and straightens the hem of my shirt.
I throw my stuff into my backpack. Phone. Kiss. Wallet. Kiss. Keys. Kiss.
We laugh. We laugh so much, my lips are fixed into a permanent grin.
I walk backward toward the door, mouth sealed to his, bumping into things.
I have no willpower.
But I have to go.
One more kiss.
A heated look.
A silly, carefree, happy air kiss.
I’m out the door.
I skip down the stairs.
The world is a wonderful, magical place because in it, I get to love him.
My baby.
My darling.
My love.
My man.