the largest tree in the clearing.
Destiny snuggled into the fold of James's tattooed arms, her back leaning against his chest, and stared out at the view. The streetlights below lit up. Headlights and brake lights blinked, and streetlights came on, as did some porch lights one house at a time. It was calming to watch all that hustle below from such a quiet spot. They had front row seats to the sunset, and Destiny relaxed against James's body, breathing in the fresh air and feeling at peace.
“ Thank you for taking me on a tour around L.A.,” she said after a long, comfortable silence. “I really had a lot of fun.”
“ Thanks for letting me show you some of the non-touristy spots. It was more fun with you here. My family really liked you too” His voice was a quiet rumble against her temple, and his lips were soft against her skin when he gave her a quick kiss.
She smiled, thinking over the events of the day and the impression she had of L .A. and James’s love for it.
D estiny let her thoughts sink in while she watched the scenery below. James found himself caught up in watching her face. It still hit him hard how beautiful she was, especially when she smiled as she was doing now. Those dark eyes glittered, her cute nose crinkled and the slight hint of dimples manifested themselves when she smiled. Time stood still when she giggled, and her full lips spread to make way for her wide grin. He got to feel a little peace, a little something he could store within him like his music, and he knew this was yet another moment in time that he would keep with him, a good memory that he could return to when he was having a bad day.
His lips pressed right against her ear, he whispered, “I could fall in love with you, little girl.”
It took a second for his words to register. It took another second for her heart to stop and her breath to grow short. She was still, leaning against his body, trying to do something besides blink. Blood rushed in her ears, over her skin, and she felt like she'd never been more painfully aware of the world around her and the feelings flooding her body.
James felt as though he would die . She still hadn't said anything. She hadn't moved. He'd told himself that he was saying it just for him, just so that she would know. He was looking for the right girl, and by all accounts, she was standing in front of him (figuratively). In that moment, he had to tell her. He wished she would fucking say something. Anything! He would settle for anything in the English language, some sign that she heard him and wasn't freaking out. He swallowed hard, cleared his throat. He was trying to find words himself.
“ What did you say?” Her voice was so quiet, he almost didn't hear her. But he did, and even though his throat felt constricted, and his body felt like it was starting to shake, he pressed on.
“ He said it again. “I could easily fall in love with you, Destiny. I might be falling for you.”
The look on her face when she turned in his arms to stare into his eyes stole his breath. She looked shocked …or scared. Her eyes were wide and glassy. She seemed to blink in slow motion; those dark lashes fanning up and down were the only thing between him and the power of her gaze. She had one hand on his knee, the other lying limply in her lap. She rested on her knees between his legs while he leaned back against the tree trunk, waiting anxiously for her to say something.
Finally, when he thought he'd die if she were silent one more second, he said, “You don't have anything to say?
“ Normally it’s the girl that says she is falling for the rock star, but you have just made my whole weekend. I could easily fall in love with you, too. I know your lifestyle is crazy, and I only saw a weekend of it, but you have made me feel so special this weekend. More than I could ever imagine in my wildest dreams, you did not make me feel like a tag along or a charity case. I really don’t have the words,”
Destiny snuggled into the fold of James's tattooed arms, her back leaning against his chest, and stared out at the view. The streetlights below lit up. Headlights and brake lights blinked, and streetlights came on, as did some porch lights one house at a time. It was calming to watch all that hustle below from such a quiet spot. They had front row seats to the sunset, and Destiny relaxed against James's body, breathing in the fresh air and feeling at peace.
“ Thank you for taking me on a tour around L.A.,” she said after a long, comfortable silence. “I really had a lot of fun.”
“ Thanks for letting me show you some of the non-touristy spots. It was more fun with you here. My family really liked you too” His voice was a quiet rumble against her temple, and his lips were soft against her skin when he gave her a quick kiss.
She smiled, thinking over the events of the day and the impression she had of L .A. and James’s love for it.
D estiny let her thoughts sink in while she watched the scenery below. James found himself caught up in watching her face. It still hit him hard how beautiful she was, especially when she smiled as she was doing now. Those dark eyes glittered, her cute nose crinkled and the slight hint of dimples manifested themselves when she smiled. Time stood still when she giggled, and her full lips spread to make way for her wide grin. He got to feel a little peace, a little something he could store within him like his music, and he knew this was yet another moment in time that he would keep with him, a good memory that he could return to when he was having a bad day.
His lips pressed right against her ear, he whispered, “I could fall in love with you, little girl.”
It took a second for his words to register. It took another second for her heart to stop and her breath to grow short. She was still, leaning against his body, trying to do something besides blink. Blood rushed in her ears, over her skin, and she felt like she'd never been more painfully aware of the world around her and the feelings flooding her body.
James felt as though he would die . She still hadn't said anything. She hadn't moved. He'd told himself that he was saying it just for him, just so that she would know. He was looking for the right girl, and by all accounts, she was standing in front of him (figuratively). In that moment, he had to tell her. He wished she would fucking say something. Anything! He would settle for anything in the English language, some sign that she heard him and wasn't freaking out. He swallowed hard, cleared his throat. He was trying to find words himself.
“ What did you say?” Her voice was so quiet, he almost didn't hear her. But he did, and even though his throat felt constricted, and his body felt like it was starting to shake, he pressed on.
“ He said it again. “I could easily fall in love with you, Destiny. I might be falling for you.”
The look on her face when she turned in his arms to stare into his eyes stole his breath. She looked shocked …or scared. Her eyes were wide and glassy. She seemed to blink in slow motion; those dark lashes fanning up and down were the only thing between him and the power of her gaze. She had one hand on his knee, the other lying limply in her lap. She rested on her knees between his legs while he leaned back against the tree trunk, waiting anxiously for her to say something.
Finally, when he thought he'd die if she were silent one more second, he said, “You don't have anything to say?
“ Normally it’s the girl that says she is falling for the rock star, but you have just made my whole weekend. I could easily fall in love with you, too. I know your lifestyle is crazy, and I only saw a weekend of it, but you have made me feel so special this weekend. More than I could ever imagine in my wildest dreams, you did not make me feel like a tag along or a charity case. I really don’t have the words,”
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