Dove
"Apaga las velas por mí," Bucky held me out perfectly so that I could reach the table. I let out a loud laugh before I sucked in air and blew out the small flames before he held me back up. (Blow out the candles for me.)
When I was back up in his arms and our chests pressed together, I hid my face in the crook of his neck as he walked us through the house. I had a feeling I knew where we were going and my stomach was in absolute knots because of it.
His strong legs climbed the stairs. I wondered what his bedroom looked like. Was I even in my right mind? Did the sparkling wine really have no alcohol in it or was I just drunk with love that everything felt right at the moment? I had no experience. I had grown up feeling so ashamed of who I was that I blocked it out of my mind.
