doogie
You walked into the room and did what every other girl would do. You flipped your hair. But not just any ordinary flip. You made eye contact with me the whole flip through. Of course, how could I not give you the reaction you wanted? I smiled a mile or two.
He set his hot beverage on the coaster and placed his chin on his fists, as his elbows propped him up from the marble counter. He stared at me for a moment and then spoke with a side smirk on his face, "What am I going do with you?"
I tilted my head when he spoke and I found myself wonder what he was thinking as he was talking. How could it be that someone as good looking as himself could be so oblivious and yet so sure all at the same time?
He drew me near by a twist of his wrist and within seconds I had floated from where I was into his arm, embracing his back in my hands.
So I made my way down the isle not even looking at my feet. There he was, at the end of the isle, gazing at me as I were the only one in the room. When he started disappearing I knew I had begun to cry. It didn't even matter this time, because I knew he would still be there, once I wiped my eyes.
I looked over the mountain high basket of clothing, realizing that he wasn't going to fold any of them. "What am I, your maid?" I said in a sarcastic tone. He looked up at me from his book and smiled boyishly, "You are my beautiful wife."
I completely had no idea what he was saying. He just stood there in the door frame looking at me like I was the lunatic in this situation. I was speechless. I mean, what do you even say to someone like this?