Promise

I stared down at the blank page of my sketch book in frustration. I tapped the pencil against my chin out of boredom. A sigh escaped my lips as I ran my fingers through my hair. I couldn’t think of anything to draw.

I hadn’t drawn anything in days. I hadn’t done anything creative in days. This was unusual for me. I was an artist. I drew something every day. I may not have finished it the same day, but I always started something once a day.

Lately I hadn’t started anything. I had been too busy to do anything. Aubrey had been distracting me for the past few days. I didn’t know if he was doing it intentionally, or not, but I knew that he was distracting me.

“Aubrey!!” I groaned in frustration.

I fell back on the couch and closed my eyes. I let out an aggravated groan as I heard his footsteps become louder. I opened my eyes, as the sound of his footsteps disappeared.

My eyes locked with his dark brown ones as I opened my eyes. His brow was raised as he stared down at me. A playful smirk played against his soft lips. I couldn’t help but to smile as I stared up at him. I loved seeing his smile. I loved knowing that I was the reason for that smile.

He shook his head as he chuckled. “You called, Ms. Christina Marlow,” he mocked, as he continued to stare down at me.

Butterflies formed in my stomach at the sound of his voice. His voice was different from any other guy that I knew. His voice was raspy yet soft, deep yet light. I loved hearing it. His voice was like music to my ears. He knew the affects that he had on me, yet he didn’t care.

I, silently, took a deep breath to snap myself from my trance. I covered my face with my sketch book, closing my eyes as well. The book put more distance between me and him. The more distance the more I could focus. As much as I loved being near him, he was a distraction, a great distraction but a distraction none the less.

“Do you see this?” I spoke. My words were muffled by the sketch book, yet I knew that he still understood me. He laughed as he took my sketch book out of my hands.

“It’s a blank page,” he plainly answered.

“Exactly!” I flared my arms before covering my face with them. “I haven’t drawn anything in days, and it’s your entire fault,”

“How’s it my fault?”

“Because…you’re distracting me,” my words were muffled by my hands, yet he still understood me.

“Oh yeah?” I nodded my head in response.

He chuckled before grabbing my hands. My body immediately set a fire at his touch. I took a deep breath to calm myself down before he noticed.

This was why he was so distracting. He had such an effect on me, by doing the simplest things. How could I focus around him when he had this hold over me? It didn’t help that I loved what he did to me.

He pulled my hands from my face. My eyes immediately locked with his deep brown ones. My heart began to pound against my rib cage. My breath caught in my throat, as my stomach churned. He smiled his heart melting smile down at me causing my stomach to flip. He leaned down, connecting his lips to my forehead in a gentle kiss. I closed my eyes as he began to trace small circles on my hand with his thumb. A small sigh escaped my lips, as a smile formed against my lips.

“See what I mean?” I muttered.

He laughed as he dropped my hands. I opened my eyes to find him walking to the other end of the couch. He lifted up my legs, sat down and placed my legs in his lap.

“Well would it help if I drew something for you?” he questioned, a smile plastered onto his face.

“No,” I crossed my arms over my chest. He raised his brow as he stared at me. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to see it,” I muttered.

He laughed as he shook his head. I watched him as he flipped the pages of my sketch book. I couldn’t help but to furrow my brows as I watched him. When did he have my sketchbook? How did he manage to get my sketchbook without me noticing? Maybe I’ve been more distracted than I thought.

“I drew it one night while you were sleeping,” he spoke “Or should I say resting from the enjoyable night I gave you,”

I rolled my eyes at his comment. I’ll admit it; he was the best that I’ve ever had. He was simply amazing, and he only got better the more that it happened, but I would never tell him that. I didn’t want to boost his ego even more. Besides, he already had an idea of how great I thought he was, why confirm his thoughts.

“Don’t flatter yourself babe,” I scoffed.

“You’re right; I wouldn’t want to take your job now, would I?”

“Shut-up,” I laughed. I knew that he was only joking.

“Okay here,”

I took the sketch book; my voice was immediately caught in my throat as I stared at the sketch. This wasn’t the best sketch that I had seen. In fact, the sketch itself was average. The sketch wasn’t what I was in awe about. It was what was on the sketch; the words, promise I’ll never let you go.

I covered my mouth with my hand as I stared down at the picture. I could feel tears beginning to sting the corners of my eyes. I tried to ignore them, acting as if they weren’t there. I knew that I had failed once a tear slid down my cheek.

Aubrey saw the tears sliding down my cheek and immediately stood up. He stood in front of me as he gently cupped my face with his hands. He brushed away my tears with his thumb as he stared into my eyes.

“And I mean every word Christina,” he whispered. “I’m never gonna’ let you go,”

I sniffed as I smiled. “I love you Aubrey Drake,”

He smiled as he continued to stare in my eyes. “I love you too Christa Marlow,”

He pressed his lips to mine in a gentle kiss that made my heart skip a beat. The butterflies in my stomach began to explode in excitement. I couldn’t help but to return the kiss.

As our lips moved against each other’s passionately in sync, I couldn’t help but to feel amity. I had fallen for him so long ago, and I no longer cared. I was no longer concerned. I knew that everything was going to be okay. I knew that he shared the same feelings that I did.

I knew this was true because of the kiss. Love was the only explanation for the passion that I felt behind the kiss. Only it wasn’t just the kiss that confirmed his feelings.

It was his promise.