My shining person is singing. His slightly off-tune voice is echoing from the gym where he’s running a dustmop over the wooden floors of the basketball court. My arms are loaded with emptied waterbottles as I walk back inside. He doesn’t see me slip into the storage closet to put them away.
All the others have left for the day, eager to return home or stop someplace for food. I know what waits for me, should I choose to go to mine. A lot of chaos and a full house. So I’d rather stick with him.
I poke my head around the door to watch him. He still doesn’t realize I returned. My shoulders shake with silent laughter as he starts to dance with the mop, even dipping it down like it’s a true partner. He’s too cute.
When his back is turned, I sneak across the floor, gym shoes left by the closet so I can be extra quiet. Right before I reach him, the singing stops. He turns around and wraps me up in the tightest hug he can manage.
I dip my head to nuzzle the soft and wild hair, damp from sweat, nodding against him. The arms relax slightly and he pulls back.
"Dinner at my house?"
Nodding, I can’t help but smile. He always knows what I’m thinking. My hand gently cups the side of his face and tilts it just so. I don’t have to say a word. He rises up on his tiptoes and brushes his lips against mine. Just what I wanted, just what I needed.
"OK. Let’s go then. I have an American basketball game recorded that we can watch!"
Our hands are linked as he pulls me out of the gym. Koga, my shining person. My love. Without a word, he knows this, and feels the same.