The door swings open to reveal Thomas, stood there with a friendly smile stretched across his face.
"Come in Brooklyn." I enter the plain room. White furniture, black bedding and curtains.
"I did not expect your room to look this cool." I regret the lame sentence that slips out of my mouth.
"Thanks. Take a seat - we need to talk." He pats his bed gesturing me to sit down. So I do so.
"So what do you want to talk about?"
"I am so so sorry about earlier."
"You don't need to be! I like you back remember?" With those words, my mind takes me back to the hallway in which we kissed.
"I don't know. But I was wandering if, you know, you wanted to hang out sometime?" Other than in my bedroom?" I giggle helplessly at the last question.
"Why not?" I say with a smile. My chestnut hair framing my face and tumbling down to my waist.
"Your so cute." He says with a cheeky smile. "How about we go to that new Italian restaurant down town? Maybe this weekend?"
"I would love to." I uncontrollably rest my head on his shoulders. He snakes an arm round my waist. The same cold hands that swept my wisp of hair out of my face, the same cold hands that held me when I broke down into tears. Cold hands warm heart. And in this case it's an understatement.
We freeze in that position for a while, then I lift my head up. And look directly into his eyes. His beautiful dark eyes. This time it's his hands that hold my neck and face as he leans in. I feel ecstatic. His warm lips connect with mine. I rest my arms around his neck. Then we break our connection.
"I love you Brooklyn"
"I love you too Tom"
