It shouldn't make her laugh harder that the neighbors were yelling about the lack of light, but everything was hilarious right now, and she simply couldn't stop shaking with mirth. Soon he was laughing along with her, and the sound rang through the apartment, clear and bright and perfect, just like his eyes and his smile and his music. Whenever she managed to momentarily calm her giggle fit, she just smiled at him, not quite sure how to express her gratitude at the fact that he'd short-circuited the electricity just for her.
Her laughter quieted a little as he cupped her cheek and told her there was no one like her. “I won't give up,” she said quietly. “And that's a promise. I've never been very good at giving up anyway.” Jim made her want so badly to hope for something better, and while part of her protested that she was being naïve, right now she didn't care. Right now she wanted to live in hope. Besides, my life is already better now that Jim is part of it, she realized with a strange jolt.
She smiled up at him, eyes widening slightly when he pressed a kiss to her forehead. The simple touch did something strange to her heart, and it felt as if she could feel his lips against her skin even though he'd pulled away. She tried to shake off the unfamiliar emotions and hoped her blush wasn't too obvious in the candlelight.
Her heartbeat wouldn't slow down as he took her hand and led her out of the bathroom. The candles he set up transformed the room into something that looked more like a fairy tale than a New York apartment. He really can transform our world, she thought, and then almost laughed at the strange thought. “I'm sure your idea will be strange and wonderful,” she replied, amused and curious as he led her over to a chair and dropped to the floor in front of her. Her brow furrowed in confusion as he reached for her foot and started to unbuckle the fastenings of her shoe. When he explained his intentions, her eyes widened again in surprise. A foot rub sounded unbelievably nice, but he shouldn't be doing all this for her. All the attention he lavished on her kept the blush on her cheeks. “Jim, that's very thoughtful, but you really don't have to do that...”
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Her laughter quieted a little as he cupped her cheek and told her there was no one like her. “I won't give up,” she said quietly. “And that's a promise. I've never been very good at giving up anyway.” Jim made her want so badly to hope for something better, and while part of her protested that she was being naïve, right now she didn't care. Right now she wanted to live in hope. Besides, my life is already better now that Jim is part of it, she realized with a strange jolt.
She smiled up at him, eyes widening slightly when he pressed a kiss to her forehead. The simple touch did something strange to her heart, and it felt as if she could feel his lips against her skin even though he'd pulled away. She tried to shake off the unfamiliar emotions and hoped her blush wasn't too obvious in the candlelight.
Her heartbeat wouldn't slow down as he took her hand and led her out of the bathroom. The candles he set up transformed the room into something that looked more like a fairy tale than a New York apartment. He really can transform our world, she thought, and then almost laughed at the strange thought. “I'm sure your idea will be strange and wonderful,” she replied, amused and curious as he led her over to a chair and dropped to the floor in front of her. Her brow furrowed in confusion as he reached for her foot and started to unbuckle the fastenings of her shoe. When he explained his intentions, her eyes widened again in surprise. A foot rub sounded unbelievably nice, but he shouldn't be doing all this for her. All the attention he lavished on her kept the blush on her cheeks. “Jim, that's very thoughtful, but you really don't have to do that...”