𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓽𝔂 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼

67 | dancing lovers

Amanda's point of view

As the time kept flying away, I rapidly came to the realization that every single day of the weeks that followed those vertiginous events had been spent in a bliss I had never known before.

A month ago I associated France with an infinite number of dark memories, a tornado of pain and rejection. The simple word used to twist my stomach into a tight knot, and here I was. Enjoying this trip to my home country as if it was the best moment of my life.
Because it actually was, everything finally seemed to be in order.
I was spending my days studying to get the best grades I had ever received, was meeting my friends after each class, and was coming back to who I knew was the love of my life every single evening.
Everything was just perfect for the first time of my life.

"Ugh, I'm exhausted." Isabelle once sighed, amusingly letting herself fall over my laying body, earning a little giggle from my side.

"You're squishing me down honey."

"Too lazy to move!" she sang, not moving a single finger and remaining in this position, a satisfied grin tugging at the corners of her lips.

Of course I wasn't bothered by the fact that I could barely breathe anymore, her weight reducing my lungs into ashes, because I was too infatuated by her perfume to let her go.
A lazy sigh left my parted lips as my hands snuck their way to her back, unconsciously caressing the smooth fabric of her blouse.

A mental alarm eventually rang in her head after some seconds and a few sighs.
"We have to get ready for the party."

The last few days we had been drowning under constant waves of exhausting exams on the aim to judge what we had acquired those past few weeks. Now that everything was finally over, the stress all gone, we all felt atrociously tired.

"I wanna stay here." I heard myself whine in this childish voice I hated but couldn't help to use in due times like this one.

"Enjoy our last few days here, you're gonna miss the friends you've made here." She softly said, her hands slowly moving on my arm which was totally distracting me from what she was saying, forcing me to fall under silence for a few more seconds.

"We'll spent the last Saturday together right?" I suddenly asked, making her shift so she was facing me, offering me a genuine smile.

"Of course."

For some reasons that immediately boosted our energy, and in the next second I was in her bathroom, gasping at my awful reflection in the tiny mirror. The awful yellow light hovering me surely wasn't helping either.

"Eh! Use your own bathroom missy." Her voice soon joined me in the room, our body colliding due to the small amount of place.
"You always take all the room." She added, surely trying to sound annoyed which only led her to draw a sheepish smile on her face.

I gave her a quick peck, amused by the fact that she was clearly aware I wouldn't leave any time soon.

"You secretly enjoy being glued to me." I retorted, bumping her hips with a rapid movement of mine.

"Well that's not really a secret anymore." She shrugged, mirroring my move and pushing me away from the only mirror, showing me the devious smile she was wearing.

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"Wow, you're...absolutely gorgeous." I gasped, observing the final result of the combination of a deep blue skintight dress, high heels and perfect curls falling on her naked shoulders.