Akira

I can't believe I just said that!

Holy Crap!

Why do I have to speak so bluntly?

I'm such an idiot.

I watch him, waiting for any reaction and I get one when his smile changes in a cocky smirk. Bending slightly, he whispers, "I'm glad you like what you see, though beautiful isn't the word I have been referred before but I guess I could endure it for you ."

Is he teasing me?

Not knowing how to response, I decide to tease back, "Surely it's not that hard to endure, is it?"

He cocks his head in denial, "No, it's not and even if it was, that wouldn't have stopped me from having what I want."

As he finishes, his eyes are intensified ten fold and I'm not sure if we are talking about same thing. Because he looks like he has something else on his mind.

Averting my eyes from his burning ones I let them roam around the room once more, "It's stunning." I tell him.

"Do you like it?" I hear him ask from my side and I notice how his voice has lost its cockiness replacing a hint nervousness in it.

I look back to him, giving him my most reassuring smile, "It is gorgeous, of course I like it. Whole yacht is beautiful, both from inside and out. It must have taken lots of effort to make it this amazing." I muse.

This time he gives me his full smile, the breathtaking dimple smile, and momentarily I'm blown away from it.

Jesus!

It takes me a second to recover from the impact of his boyish smile and only then I realize he is speaking, "Yes, it took me almost five months to make this ready. I had some help but I wanted to do it by own. Interiors and engine were hard to come with perfectly, most of the time I had to reverse it in order to get it right. One time it was even ready in time period of three month but it wouldn't start so I had to redo it. It doesn't matter how much time it took, what matters is result is favorable. I'm really glad that you like it."

"You made it?" I ask in surprise and in amazement.

His smile turns a little shy but proud, "Yeah, I guess you could say that. When I added construction into my business, I also took an interest in manufacturing. I designed it when I was eighteen."

I like when he states it in just a simple way without bragging or bloating himself. He says is so kindly like it doesn't matter that he has made a beautiful yacht at the age of eighteen.

Smiling widely, I gush, "That's amazing. This place is a real beauty, Romero. It truly gives the impression of your hard work."

It is true though.

I can even see it through his eyes how much work and effort he did to make it look the way it's now.

And I love the way his eyes gets all shining when he speaks about the subject of his passion. His eyes holds a certain credible light that just is impossible to ignore. His expression turns in one of his concentrating face. He looks like a kid who just found his recent obsession.

I come out of my thoughts when he suddenly grabs me hand and pull me toward him, "Come here", he says, leading me toward that oval shaped table.

Like the gentleman he is, he pulls out a chair for me to sit. Once my butt is on the soft material of table, he, himself, sits on the seat opposite of me. Taking out his phone, he types something on it before putting it back on the table.

"Turn right." He orders.

I look at him for a moment trying to figure out what's in his mind but like always I don't get a damn thing. Still, I turn to my right side to find what? Nothing but ending wall of the room, whose half portion is covered with a curtain.

What in the world-?

Confused, I start, "What ar-" before I could complete my query, the curtain burst open, showing beautiful beginning of night outside this room.

Whoa!

Half moon is starting to surface up along with few stars, who are twinkling with eagerness to fill up whole sky. A wave of cool air enters throughout window and washes over me like a cold new blanket, I slightly shiver against it.

But what catches my eyes most are the dozens of fireflies floating across the window. They are beaming against the almost dark night, contradicting it and it's wonderful. Incredible .

Is this real?

With wide eyes I turn to look at Romero and he is already staring me, assessing my expression. He nods at me as if telling me that it's okay, that it's real and I'm not dreaming.

I arc back toward the window and they are still here. Some of them have even entered the room and are diving around us. My hands are itching to catch few in my palm, they are so pretty.

Enticing.

"It's captivating." Is the only word I could describe it with.

After what feels like a small moment, I avert my attention back to Romero and find him looking at me anxiously. He has a trace of cautiousness in his grey eyes as they are studying me wearily like they are waiting for my displeasure. For my rejection.

As if I could ever!

"You were so taken by them at the cliff, I thought you would like this." He admits while rubbing back of his neck. A sign of uneasiness. I'm sure he is not used to explain himself for anything but still, he is trying. For me.

"When I was little I used to go at this park back in home with Logan and Bella. There were always lots of fireflies all over the ground. We would to collect them in a glass jar and use them to light our room at night while playing. We have done this for so many years. It was so fun." I stop speaking when I see a smile on his lips.

This is the first time I've ever seen him this carefree or playful. He is always tense and on edge, like a ticking bomb and I am always preparing myself for his explosion but right now he seems more relaxed than ever. He looks peaceful and its delighting to see him like this.

And I know it right then and there,

That I love him,

With my everything,

With my beating heart,

With my whole being.

Christ! I am in love with Romero.

What surprises me most is the part that I'm not even surprised with this revelation. It feels like I've always known this and accepted it. I just wasn't admitting it and now I have done that too.

Oh. My. God.

I'm in love.

And I'm not even freaking out!

Breathing deeply, I glance back to the boy I love and confess, "No one has ever done anything like this for me before. Everything is just beautiful. Thank you so much Romero."

Staring deep in my eyes all while daring me to look away, he states with his deep voice that reaches my soul, "There is nothing I wouldn't do for you, Ray. You don't ever have to thank me."

The sheer intensity of his eyes tell me all those things he is not ready to accept, all those emotions he couldn't express and for first time I don't want to look away from them. I want to revel in them and loose myself in the pureness of the grey orbs.

This is love for you.

The love I am feeling for this boy is not vocable, it only can be felt. This emotions are so hard, so thick that I think even if I get drowned in it, they'd still be too much. I have never felt like this before, ever. This is totally new but somehow it is familiar, like I have known them for forever.

I could have sworn that my heart whispers single thing every time I see him and it says, 'I'm yours'.

And now it's true.

My heart is his and I don't think it's ever going to change.