Three days after she had skipped his sixteenth SMS, three
days after he had asked her to take the last
steps for him, no, for them, she had.
"You love me."
He stared at her, his mouth agape,
slightly shocked. Others seemed bemused and
their friends, from beside them, simply laughed.
"Wow, nice . Right detective-y, you are.
Cheers!"
"Yeah, you're a regular Sherlock!"
Others added
helpfully, more aware of dating norms than his
blue-blooded friends.
Friends, missing the reference,
still snorted appreciatively and nodded.
He remained thoughtfully silent and she appeared to
be quite flustered, possibly from the small exchange, but most
probably, from his ' lack of reaction '. Apparently, that's not all he wanted.
"Fine. What I mean is, we're in love. And you were...
well waiting for me to figure it out, yeah? And I did.
Well, I had figured it out way before, but you were
maybe waiting for me to admit it?"
He had gotten up as soon as she had said
"we're in love" and was mere inches away from
kissing her when he suddenly stopped.
"Wait, what?",he finally managed to croak.
"You knew! You knew and you didn't tell me? I didn't
know you knew!", She glared at him.
The question had been
rhetorical, but he was waiting. He was always
waiting.
"Shut up! I love you, alright?"
What followed was a kiss that would lead to
something that was quite more than a kiss, which
would eventually lead to a proposal, a few children, and
then a happily ever after.
But what it started with was a few miss calls,some unopened text messages a
rhetorical question and three small words. Well six, but only his friends
like to remember that part.
