The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 83

To think back about twenty-years ago seems like a dream, from the moment he pushed me off the swing and up till now, there's nothing better in life than being together. We've always been together from the very beginning and our lives revolve around each other, from when we were kids, up till we were teenagers and now, being adults. We might as well spend our next decades creating new and beautiful memories, together.

Because all I want is him.

His imperfections is what makes him . . . him. It doesn't bother me if he ends up falling off his bike again if we go cycling, how he shuts himself out when there's thunder or when he snorts if he's annoyed . . . because as far as I'm concerned, those little things are what attracts me most to him. Not his perfectly shaped features or soft brown eyes and big warm hands.

''I've been meaning to ask, what about the contract?'' I ask, causing him to turn and look at me, his eyebrows furrow slightly.

He grabs onto my hand, ''I got a few ideas. We can burn it or we can burn it and we can burn it? Which one do you choose?'' He smirks as we both begin to chuckle before feeling his thumb rubbing the back of my hand, leaving me feeling calm.

''I'd choose all three. What do you think?'' I grin.

''Wow, that's what I had in mind, too.'' He replies.

The next couple of hours are spent with us laying under the stars, watching the beautiful night sky and even the Eiffel Tower before we started to take pictures. Mostly pictures of us together but I caught him taking my pictures, a few times—we snuggled close and we started to count the amount of stars in the sky, trying to compare with the amount of our love.

He supports his body by leaning on his side, his elbow on the ground as his palm at the side of his head, both of his eyes watching me as I continue to point up at the sky before turning to look at him. To my surprise, he starts to lean in to place a kiss on the side of my cheek, ''I love that,'' He says.

''What?'' I ask with a smile.

''That look on your face. You were just watching the stars but I love how your brows furrowed and your lips puckered as you squinted your eyes. You don't realise that but the little things you do are always beautiful,'' He replies, instantly leaving me to feel my cheeks heat up as I try to brush it off by looking away yet I'm left replaying it in my mind.

''Are you always like this with women?'' I ask, copying his gesture by laying on my side and support my head by pressing my elbow onto the ground and my palm on the side of my head.

He chuckles, ''No . . . I don't waste my breath to speak like that with someone temporary. What's the point of saying how beautiful they are if they're not going to be in your life for the next couple of months or even years?'' He blinks a few times, looking away. ''Thinking back about it . . . I wasted a lot of time.'' He adds.

''But you were happy, weren't you?'' I continue to look at his face.