18 July 2012
-TIFFANY-
The next few days were a blur of answering inevitable questions from fellow students, attending lessons and going to various cake tastings or dress fittings. I'd asked Mollie to be my maid of honour, so we had to get her dress fitted too. In between this busy schedule, I spent as much time with Nate as possible; be it watching him swim or staying in his room as late as I could before I fell asleep. We'd resorted to texting, like an immature boyfriend and girlfriend, fresh into a relationship, as we were both worried we wouldn't be able to talk as much. Having so much on both of our plates meant that we had very little time to think about much else, meaning the baby was thought about less. This was a really good thing, as we both knew it was bringing us down, so this way we were able to keep our spirits high for the wedding in about a week. We were given a day with no lessons on the 11th, to mark the 11th anniversary of 911. It was a sad day for everyone, as it is for every American, especially those who lost someone and those who live in New York. There were many people who were affected by the terrorist attacks, so there was a small remembrance service at the time of the first plane crash at the school. I took my now permanent position on the upper level of seating, alongside the head and the senior members of staff, which meant I had to act as an example to everyone else. All I spent the service doing though was gazing at Nate. He was looking dreamier with every day that went by, his hair becoming darker with the lack of sun but still staying a rich caramel colour, his skin maintaining its olive tone but glowing more and more as the grief left his body and was replaced by excitement regarding our upcoming nuptials. His body was becoming more streamlined again, and his muscles more defined; his smile becoming brighter and more animated with every passing day. I was secretly loving the female attention he was still being given. Now we were engaged, there was no way he'd stray, but it gave me somewhat of a confidence boost. Knowing this absolutely gorgeous man was in love with me was such a blessing, and I couldn't help but feel like my life was slowly picking itself up, dusting itself down, and finally getting back to normal. The days rocketed past, until September 19th was upon us. "I'm hereby banning you from seeing Tiffany from now until the alter" Mollie decided that morning. "Are you kidding me?" Nate said, looking flustered. "Do you want bad luck?" she said, looking at him quizzically. "Urgh" he grunted "Fine. Give us a few minutes alone then?" "Fine, be quick though, we've got work to do" she said, leaving our room. "You're still sure about this, aren't you?" I said, as soon as she left. "Never been more certain about anything in my life" he replied, putting his hands between my bottom and my hips. "Good" I said, planting a single kiss on his cheek. "I'm really going to miss you tonight" he whispered seductively into my ear, kissing the area of skin just below it. "Mollie's just outside, we can't!" I said, feeling his hands roaming over my body. "Just kiss me then" he said, resting his forehead against mine. His sweet smelling breath tickled away at my face, which was now ridden of all bruising, causing me to giggle slightly. I put one hand on his chest, feeling it rise and fall with every deep breath he took, and feeling it jolt slightly with every pump of blood around his body. I placed the other on his face; my pinkie under his jaw and my thumb brushing the apples of his cheeks. Small tufts of his hair were reaching down onto the tips of my fingers which were placed just above his ear. We never lost eye contact, and from this position with our head together, the perfect amount of white was visible under his eye, making him look even more handsome. "I can't believe I get to marry you tomorrow" I said, gazing into his eyes, being absorbed by them. He didn't need to respond to this. The kiss that followed spoke a thousand words, with his tongue dancing on mine, his lips pressed firmly onto mine, his hands finding their way expertly from my hips to my arms, then to my face and back down my back to my hips. The feel of his muscles contracting a relaxing as we kissed was electrifying, and made me feel like me again. The same feeling I always get when I kissed him had returned after the long break during the miscarriage. He broke our passionate embrace by kissing me softly a few times, his silky smooth lips hovering over mine before pressing back down and kissing me. After the last kiss, he moved his arms up to my shoulders and he pulled me in close, hugging me. He rested his head on top of mine which was in its permanent position on his chest. I closed my eyes, savouring these last few minutes of love, before the onslaught of preparations fully began. I breathed in the scent of him: a fragrance sold, but not in such an individual and identifiable way. The sweet smell of him was always remembered in my brain, but I didn't want to leave it now. I didn't want to leave his warm and inviting arms, I didn't want to leave his soft lips behind. "Don't go" I pleaded, wrapping my arms closer round his body. "I have to baby. I don't want to, but I have to. Just think, tomorrow we'll be bound together for life, never having to leave each other again" "I suppose it's a small price to pay" I said, pulling off his swim team captain sweater that he wore whenever he was having a lazy day. "I thought we didn't have time?" he said, his eyes hungry and lustful. "We don't. I just want to have something to remember you by" I said, folding it up and placing it on my bed. "Yore adorable" he said, kissing me once more "But I'm only down the hall. And we're only apart for 24 hours. I'm not moving away or anything" "I know. I'm still going to miss you" "Me too" he said, offering me a parting kiss. "Goodbye gorgeous" he said, walking out and continually looking back to see me stood helpless in the centre of the room. "I love you" "I love you too. Have a good night" I said, watching him smile at Mollie and leave. "What is it with that boy and leaving our room half naked?" she laughed, seeing my expression. "Come on you, cheer up. Tomorrow's supposed to be the happiest day of your life!" "I miss him already though, is that strange?" "That proves that what you're doing is the right decision. Come on, let's go and make some lemonade. It's basically a tradition now after all!" she said, leading me down to the kitchen area. "Wait" I called, going back to my bed to throw his sweater on over my lace vest top and jeans, enjoying the aroma of him that was still present on my skin.
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