He just bought me a coffee. I would never admit it, but I really love him. He's so careful and he's always worried about me. About what can hurt me or make me feel upset. He's always there for me. To make me feel like the only one, like if I were special. Obviously, I am not. He says I am so many times, but I don't feel like it.
We enter his RV, as many times before. We both know that is our home. We've been together for over three years, and I know as much as he does that we were born to be with each other. It's just that I don't like saying out loud.
I wouldn't let him know that I'm not as rude and aggressive as I seem, although he already knows.
I sit on his bed. Beck goes to the bathroom and I just stay there, thinking of the day. I sip my coffee while he exits the bathroom. He smiles at me. I can't even hide my giggle when he comes closer to me and caresses my cheek softly.
I look up and stare at his perfect smile. I suddenly feel the need to stand up. I leave my cup of coffee at his table and come back to where he is standing, waiting for me. We hug in complete silence. None of us say a word. It's not needed. The moment by itself tells how much we love.
I bury my face in his chest and smell his scent. He smells good. Like love. We both stay there, hugging the other one, until he breaks our hug and pulls me apart.
Beck takes a piece of my hair and pushes it behind my ear.
"You're so beautiful", he says calmly, as always.
"And you are so sappy", I answer him, which cause his laughter. I smile when I see the brightness in his eyes. I'm so in love with him. But I'd never admit it, I repeat again.
He leans over me and presses his lips on mine, causing me to shiver. His lips move between mine looking for my entrance. He knows how to make me feel good, really good. His hands go up and down my back, cuddling me. I interlace my fingers behind his neck while playing with his hair. His soft and perfect hair. That's it. Perfect. He is perfect. I knew it since I first kissed him. Since our lips crashed together for the first time. He's the one.
His tongue fights for dominance and I let him take control. People think I am the dominant one in our relationship, but when Beck and I are completely alone, he is the one that wears the pants. I like it.
He pushes me carefully over his bed, and I lay on my back, never breaking our kiss. He is on top of me when he finally separates from me.
"Jade, are you sure?" he asks a little concerned.
"It's not our first time, idiot, I'm not that innocent".
"Yes, but-…"
"No buts. Do not ruin this moment, Beck. It's you and me. That's all that matters now".
He gives me a sweet peck, and as much as I hate admitting it, I love when he's careful and sweet to me.
"You're the only I care about, Jade. I don't know what I would do without you…"
"Shhh". And he doesn't say anything else. He stays quiet and I let him do it.
His lips come back to mine and he resumes his actions.
I open my eyes when the sun enters through the window. Oh, I hate sunny mornings… especially if I haven't taken my coffee yet. I feel Beck's arms tightened around me. He's still asleep. I lean over him and press my lips on his. He shifts his position a little so that our legs are now intertwined.
I get up with all the care I can put on it, not to wake him up. I take my clothes and get dressed. After a few minutes fixing my hair in front of the mirror, I go out and stare at him. His breathing speeds up a bit and he wakes up almost immediately.
"Hey babe", he says yawning.
"I'm not in the mood", I answer him in a bad way, "there's no more coffee".
He gets out of the bed. Yes, he's naked, but I don't care at all. I've seen him like this a lot of times before. I've seen every inch of his body, and so has he. I sit down in the bed, over the messed sheets, while he takes a pair of pants and put them up.
Then, Beck goes to a cabinet and takes a bag of coffee out of it. He holds it up while looking at me with a mischievous look. A smile appears in my face, followed by a pouting that makes him laugh. Although he's not full naked now, I can still see his abs. His tanned and perfectly delineated abs.
I lean an elbow on the bed, while watching him make me a coffee. He always does that. He looks after me as if I was a baby. Well, he says so. He says I am his baby. And I hate it when he does it. Cause I know how to take care of myself. I know how to take charge of my life, even though sometimes, I let him to do it for me.
Beck comes to me with the cup of coffee that he just prepared. I take it between my hands. It's still warm. He takes place next to me, lying on his own bed. While I sip my nice coffee, he starts rubbing my back.
"Babe…" he starts saying, "I need to tell you something".
"What is it?" I ask, trying to hide my concerned tone.
"I'm leaving".
I almost chock in my coffee. I drop it on the floor and I turn to look at him. "You're what?!" I say almost screaming.
"My parents are gonna move in a week".
I stand up, holding my hands up, trying to clear my mind. I feel my eyes water, but I hold tears back. I don't want him to see me cry. Not him.
"Why didn't you tell me this before? When I could do something!"
"I… just don't know. I was scared of telling you because I didn't want you to be upset or mad or anything".
"Well, now I am" I look in his eyes. I try to look for something that tells me that all this is just a nightmare, a joke or that he's not actually leaving. He can't leave me, no, he can't. I can't take it. What will I do without him? What will people think? Jade, since when do you care what people think? Omg, I need to go.
"You know what?" I say to him, coming back to reality, "I don't care. Do whatever you want. Leave me. Break up with me. You'll find another girl. I'm sure of that". I walk closer to the door and before exiting, I look back at him. He's staring at me, with a dead look, almost crying, as I am.
"But do something for me. Forget everything about us. Everything!".
And I leave his RV, not being able to hide my sadness, and consequently, my tears.