The object of my desire.
Rearview checks, double vision.
Clear the steam, reverse stature.
You’re my mirror, mirror
I see myself in you.
I see you in me.
Together we strike a perfect harmony.
Woven together tighter than ancient plaid,
Connected through each curve in the road.
Mirrors everywhere have me searching for you.
Wanting us together obstructing the view.
You’re my mirror, mirror
I see myself in you.
I see you in me.
Together we strike a perfect harmony.
Charming, you dirty dirty boy.
My tongue is stationed firmly in my cheek as I shake my head back and forth.
Mirrors, kilts, weaving roads.
We have certainly had some sexy adventures in our almost year together.
"This song is so sweet." Harper croons as she hugs Aiden. "I’m going to ask him to play this at our wedding."
"Babe, he’s singing it about his boyfriend." Aiden gently corrects her.
"But, the idea is so sweet, being each other’s perfect match, being lost without the other."
I can feel Aiden's gaze on me and keep my lips pressed together, trying not to let the memory of our first time together facing the mirror spoil Harper’s interpretation of the song. But when Bryson elbows me during the “I see myself in you” line I know he’s picked up on the innuendo of the song.
A few final chords of music play and the quiet crowd roars to life.
"I'm so getting under that kilt tonight." I say as my friends cheer for me and my man.
I know he's performing, I know he's Rhys Reid the Artist right now, but all I can see is the man who likes to cook at home, prefers documentaries todramatic shows, and won’t tell anyone how much he loves to Hulu and do you.
And that's the man I can't wait to go to bed with tonight.
And tomorrow night.
Forever and ever.
A never-ending reflection of the two of us getting handsy into infinity.
