The door creaked lightly as she pushed it open. Biting her lip, she cast a cautious glance back at the bed she’d just left but the man in it seemed not to have heard anything. Tendrils of the night air crept in through the crack in the doorway, cold against her bare legs, so she quickly stepped out onto the balcony and pushed the door shut behind her before it got too cold inside.
The t-shirt she was wearing wasn’t hers; it reached down to mid thigh and fell off her shoulders. She stepped up to the balcony rail. She placed her hands on the cool iron rail, closed her eyes and let the night air caress her face with it’s cool touch. Below her were the lights and sounds of a city that never slept. The sound of cars passing. The laughter from the restaurant on the corner.
She shivered slightly but the air inside their hotel room was too hot. She needed to breathe for a moment. Needed to collect her thoughts. She sat down on the bench on the balcony, tucked her legs up underneath her, covering them with LJ’s t-shirt. She drank in the sight of London. The view made her smile.
She hugged herself as the cold seeped through his t-shirt. But the heat in the bedroom was too much, and she welcomed the night with it’s soothing cold. She looked over her shoulder through the glass door, she hadn’t closed the curtain behind her. Her eyes immediately found the man in the bed, still sleeping. She let her eyes drift over his still form for a few more seconds. Seconds that turned into minutes as she was unable to tear her eyes off him.
Eventually, she closed her eyes, turned her head away and when she opened them she was looking towards the London Eye in the distance. The light wind pushed her hair off her shoulders, blowing in her face, caressing her cheeks and catching in her eyelashes. She closed her eyes again, drinking in the cool air.
Then, suddenly, it was not just the wind touching her. There was a hand that so gently brushed the air from her neck, and then warm lips pressed down on her shoulder. He left a trail of kisses up her neck.
She’d long stopped wondering how he was able to sneak up on her so soundlessly.
“Can’t sleep?” he mumbled into her ear, his voice still rough from sleep.
“I just needed some air, it was too hot in there,” she whispered back, as though talking louder would break the spell of the night.
He circled her in a fluid movement. Taking her hands and pulling her to her feet. Tugging her firmly to his bare chest. She raised her hands and placed them on his chest, her fingers pressed against his skin. She tilted her head up and her bright green eyes met his blue.
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Leaning into his hug, she turned her head and looked out over the view of the city. He hugged her slightly tighter, watching her nuzzle into his chest, he wasn’t sure he even dared to breathe, afraid to break the spell that seemed to have settled over them. All he felt was overwhelming love for the woman he was holding in his arms.
She was no longer aware of the chilly night air. He filled her senses.
“I don’t want this to end,” she whispered so quietly he almost didn’t hear it, but he felt her breath.
He bent his head down and pressed a soft kiss to her head. The quiet magical spell surrounding them made him close his eyes and the feeling of a love so intense washed over him. It made his heart skip a beat and stole his breath away.
“Me neither,” he breathed into her hair, lifting his head, he placed two fingers under her chin, tilting her head up to meet his eyes. They were sparkling so bright, their colour reminded him of emeralds and the love shining in them was enough to make him lean down and capture her lips in a soft, loving kiss.
“I love you,” she said. He smiled, then lifted her up, one arm holding her around her waist, the other under her knees. She gasped in surprise, flung her arms around his neck and when the initial shock had subsided, her laughter rang in his ears like music. He chuckled to, kissing her quickly on the lips and proceeded to carry her to bed.