“Come on.”
She pulls at my arm as she starts to walk through the crowds of people in the room and leads us through the door. She drags us down the corridor of this fancy hotel until we get to a dark corridor, where the lights only turn on the further, we walk down. She looks into some of the rooms as if she knows her way around perfectly. When we get to the end of the corridor, she jingles the door handle to the right and opens the door which lead to a flight of stairs.
“Where are we going?” I ask as she starts to sprint up the stairs.
“I know a shortcut,” she pants, her ass swaying in my face.
“How? We’ve literally been here a week.” She ignores this with a laugh until we reach the top of the first flight of stairs to another door which she opens with ease. We’re in darkness for a few beats before a light turns on and we’re somehow back into our suite.
“How?” I ask breathlessly as I cross the bedroom into the open living room and kitchen area, looking back to the door where we came out of.
“I have my ways,” she shrugs, looking through her bag from under the couch. She pulls out her speaker and holds down the button to connect it to her phone.
“You’re insane,” I say, walking over to her. Her blonde hair that she curled especially for today falls down across her face and I brush out a strand from her eyes before pulling her further into me. She blinks up at me smiling as if we’re the only people in the world.
“I know,” she says cheerfully as she sets the speaker on the kitchen island. “Come and help me move this out of the way.”
We take a while to move the couch out of the way along with the few chairs that scatter the room and the coffee table until there’s a large space in the middle only holding the carpet. Now we’re both sweatier than ever in the heat as I huff and stare at her. She has a daring look on her face as she grabs her phone from the kitchen before returning to stand in front of me.
“You can have one guess to what our song is,” she demands, her green eyes staring up at me, as she tugs on my tie and pulls me into her.
“I’m guessing it’s a Taylor Swift song based on your excitement.” She nods waving her phone between us suggestively. “I don’t know, Wren. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just be grateful you have a super cool girlfriend with impeccable music taste,” she says with a flourish, as she hits play to the song she’s chosen. My heart expands as soon as the instrumental begins and the moment that she played this to me for the first time hits me. “See.”
She throws her phone on the couch as she snakes her hands around my neck as the first verse to 'You Are in Love'by Taylor Swift plays over the speakers. I wrap my arms around her waist as she brings her body closer to mine and we fit together perfectly.
“Do you remember what happened when I played this for you?” she asks as she sinks into my chest, her arms falling loose around my neck.
“I was driving us back from the gym and you insisted on putting a song on. You put this on, and I said it was good, but it felt like you were trying to subconsciously convince me to fall in love with you. Like you were trying to manifest it or something. You then told me that that’s never going to happen, but you thought it was one of the best love songs,” I explain, as we sway back and forth to the music.
“And then what happened?” She starts to laugh into me, knowing what I’m going to say. I press a kiss to her head, and I chuckle into her.
“Thenyoufell in love with me.”
“I did,” she laughs softly before breaking away from me to look up at me. “I really did and hard too.”
We stay close to each other as the song plays on a loop, letting the words settle around us.You can hear it in the silence. You can feel it on the way home. You can see it with the lights out. You are in love. True love.
That’s exactly what it feels like being so desperately in love with Wren. I can feel her everywhere. It feels like no matter where I go, where we are, there’s always something tying us together. There’s always that true, consuming kind of love that lingers between us whenever we’re around each other. If a pink heart was a person, it would be Wren. She makes me so happy that it almost makes me queasy when I think about it too much.
I don’t get time to think before her phone starts to ring through the speakers. She groans into my chest as we waddle towards the phone, her arms tightly around my waist, not baring to look at it.
“It’s Scarlett,” I say when I catch a glimpse of her phone. She groans even louder. “Maybe something’s wrong. You should answer it.”
“Fine,” she moans pulling out of my grasp to answer the FaceTime. She falls into the couch which is now at the far end of our suite, and I sit next to her, sweeping her into my lap.
The phone lights up with a puffy faced Scarlett as her phone balances on the kitchen island of their apartment while she stands across from it, leaning against the sink with her arms crossed.
“Hi, Scar, what’s up?” Wren asks, smiling into the camera. I lean my face into the frame and wave. Scarlett rolls her eyes at me. We’ve developed a very strong love-hate relationship which I don’t mind. Wren has been trying to convince me that she doesn’t actually hate me but it’s hard to know sometimes.
“Hi,” she says sharply. “I have a question to ask.”
“Shoot,” Wren replies, pushing her hair out of her face.
I notice her necklace in the camera screen and the clasp has fallen to the front. I move my hands gently over her and pull it around the right way. She presses a kiss to my cheek as a thank you before turning her attention to Scarlett.
“You guys are disgusting,” Scarlett huffs. “Anyway, have you seen The Whiteboard anywhere? I don’t know how I can’t find it. I only have the one that I use for school notourone.”
