The Best Friend's Contract

To think back about twenty-years ago seems like a dream, from the moment he pushed me off the swing and up till now, there's nothing better in life than being together. We've always been together from the very beginning and our lives revolve around each other, from when we were kids, up till we were teenagers and now, being adults. We might as well spend our next decades creating new and beautiful memories, together.

Because all I want is him.

His imperfections is what makes him... him. It doesn't bother me if he ends up falling off his bike again if we go cycling, how he shuts himself out when there's thunder or when he snorts if he's annoyed... because as far as I'm concerned, those little things are what attracts me most to him. Not his perfectly shaped features or soft brown eyes and big warm hands. "I've been meaning to ask, what about the contract?" I ask, causing him to turn and look at me, his eyebrows furrow slightly.

He grabs onto my hand, "I got a few ideas. We can burn it or we can burn it and we can burn it? Which one do you choose?" He smirks as we both begin to chuckle before feeling his thumb rubbing the back of my hand, leaving me feeling calm.

"I'd choose all three. What do you think?" I grin.

"Wow, that's what I had in mind, too." He replies.

The next couple of hours are spent with us laying under the stars, watching the beautiful night sky and even the Eiffel Tower before we started to take pictures. Mostly pictures of us together but I caught him taking my pictures, a few times we snuggled close and we started to count the amount of stars in the sky, trying to compare with the amount of our love.

He supports his body by leaning on his side, his elbow on the ground as his palm at the side of his head, both of his eyes watching me as I continue to point up at the sky before turning to look at him. To my surprise, he starts to lean in to place a kiss on the side of my cheek, "I love that," He says.

"What?" I ask with a smile.

"That look on your face. You were just watching the stars but I love how your brows furrowed and your lips puckered as you squinted your eyes. You don't realise that but the little things you do are always beautiful," He replies, instantly leaving me to feel my cheeks heat up as I try to brush it off by looking away yet I'm left replaying it in my mind.

"Are you always like this with women?" I ask, copying his gesture by laying on my side and support my head by pressing my elbow onto the ground and my palm on the side of my head.

He chuckles, "No... I don't waste my breath to speak like that with someone temporary. What's the point of saying how beautiful they are if they're not going to be in your life for the next couple of months or even years?" He blinks a few times, looking away. "Thinking back about it... I wasted a lot of time." He adds.

"But you were happy, weren't you?" I continue to look at his face.

"For awhile. I was happy for a little while," He replies without hesitation in which I fairly appreciate him being honest. "It was a temporary

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happiness and it was fun to live in

the moment but now... it's best to be with someone permanent and think of how fun it would be to live in the present and the future with that someone."

"And that someone appears to be me," I lean towards him, purposely teasing him by pecking onto his lips in which he responds with a smile.

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We walk inside our penthouse suite as I turn to see him taking off his tie, heading towards the bedroom upstairs, leaving me to stand in the middle of the living room-eyeing the decorations. I look around before heading towards the balcony, eyeing the Eiffel Tower once more, as I hear footsteps approaching me from behind.

My breath hitches at the familiar warmth of his hand running down my arms, leaving me to close my eyes for a few seconds; letting him rest his chin on my shoulder while I feel my heart beginning to race. "It's cold outside," He says before he starts to take a couple of steps back, causing me to turn and face him.

"I didn't exactly bring any extra clothes," I mutter.

"I got it all prepared. They're upstairs," He replies and I take my time to eye his figure, seeing that he has both of his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a couple of his buttons are undone, showing off a more casual side of him-yet, there's just something that makes him appear more and more sexier than usual.

"Great... great," I clear my throat as he continues to stare at me.

As we continue to stare at each other for an exact minute, I begin to shake my head before chuckling. "Actually, I'm not very tired-I'll just stay here for awhile," I reply which causes him to smile at me, uncrossing his arms as he begins to take a few steps towards me. "We can just stay here or we can do something else," He says, both of his brown eyes are piercing deeply into my blue ones; leaving me to frown as my cheeks are beginning to heat up and my heart is beating faster than usual. "Like... what?" I ask.

Just like that, he begins to lean in towards me before slowly caressing both sides of my face, causing me to close my eyes, feeling the warmth radiating and the softness of his fingertips to leave an unexplainable amount of sparks. My lips begin to part as he brushes his against mine, feeling him run his hands to the back of my neck and up to my jawline.

Both of my eyes remain closed as I feel his lips tracing kisses down my jawline and neck, leaving me to hold in my breath-staying still at my spot, trying to regain my balance The way his lips are leaving soft and passionate kisses on my neck causes me to lean my head to the

side, letting the waves of pleasure to

take control.

I open my eyes to find him staring down at me, our faces are inches apart as both of his hands are still cupping onto my face but there's something in his eyes in which I'm pretty sure is in mine, too. Something I've never seen before but for some reason, it's very clear of what we both want at the same time.

I place both of my hands on his chest before meeting his lips, causing him to kiss me back with the same rhythm as our bodies are pressed against one another, feeling him running one of his hand down to my waist and to my lower bottom near my thigh, lifting one leg up as he starts to push me against the balcony doors, slowly.