With the Lights Off...

(55): Like I'm Gonna Lose You

* So, I know, it was a filler chapter just to introduce Bolton. But I swear, he has a huge part in the following chapters. I already gave you guys a little hint in the last chapter. Anyway, hope you like this one. Love you guys. Title is from Meghan Trainor's song with John Legend. It is amazing, honestly. BTW, I want to give you guys a hotel room chapter, since you asked for it. The next chapters would be giving more of the story, but as of right now, we have our NIan together. Hope you like it, you awesome people!*

Ian's POV

"You know, having sex, eating pizza, and drinking champagne is not the healthiest of routines," Nina said, her head resting on my chest. She traced her thumb up and down my collarbone sleepily.

"Do you find it boring?" I asked, looking down at her. My hand rested on the small of her back, tracing little Ns over and over.

She placed her chin on my chest and shook her head. "I never said that," she said. "It's not the healthiest, but I could get used to it." She reached up and kissed me on the lips softly, letting her lips linger on mine for a few seconds.

I smiled and closed my eyes, leaning my head back. "I wish every day could be like this," I sighed. "Every single day."

"Would be sex and pizza?" she asked.

I opened my eyes and shook my head. "Would be spent in bed with you, not worrying about anything else in this world."

She grinned slowly and sat up, moving her hair away from her face in one quick sweep. It was the single sexiest thing ever, honestly. I reached out for her but she dodged me pretty quickly. She stood up on top of me, one leg on each side with one hand on each hip. She just stared at me wordlessly.

It wouldn't have been distracting if she wasn't wearing a see-through black lace nightgown and nothing else.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to look away.

"Looking at the best I've ever had," she said, as if that made all the sense in the world.

I smirked and grabbed her behind her knees, causing her to collapse on top of me. She laughed loudly and I kissed her on the forehead, then on her lips, then on her shoulders. "You are the best I've ever had," I said. "Nothing and no one is going to change that."

"Really? Think of something original," she said. "That was my line."

I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders, running my thumb up and down her waist. "You are... my firefly," I whispered, looking up at her neck. Today, she wore the firefly necklace. The one I made when I was a young boy.

"Your firefly?"

I nodded, holding onto her hands. "When I was a boy, seeing a firefly made my day. Even just a single glimpse of it, it was everything. A firefly was a sign of love for me. It is what love is. Beautiful but fleeting, distracting. Attention-grabbing. I remember, I used to drop everything whenever I saw a firefly. If I was reading a book or playing baseball and one would fly by, I would literally drop the book or let go of the bat and chase it. They would always end up in my backyard and I would sit on the grass, just staring at the glow. I would fall asleep looking at how beautiful it was. Dad would just sit out there, waiting for me to fall asleep, then he'd carry me back to my room and tell me, 'She's out there, Ian and she's staring at the same sky too. She might be staring at the same firefly as you.' I never believed him until I met you."

She stared at me, a hint of a tear welling up in her eye. She bent down to kiss me and said, "Why'd you tell me that now? That would have been the best wedding vow I have ever heard."