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Fool's Gold

Chapter 10

She snuggled into me. I held back a sigh when her skin touched my chest. I had been trying to contain myself since I saw her working in the living room. I loved the contemplative glint in her eye as she sorted through her photographs in that purple sundress. I wrapped my arm around her waist to keep her close as I leaned back on the other. She leaned her head back on my shoulder and stared at me with big blue, delighted eyes. I pressed my lips to her forehead. Her eyes closed with out hesitation.
"Let's stay here forever." I whispered to her.
"We can't do that, Harry." She replied with a saddened tone.
"We could. We could buy a piece of land right here. You could still do all of your art. It's a beautiful place." I murmured. I meant it half heartedly. I would love to stay in Italy with her for as long as I could. We were only on our second day and I had already begun to miss her again.
"What would you do? Would you become an artist like me as well? Would you be a writer instead? What would your fans think? What would your boys think?" Enola's questions rolled off her tounge without a second thought.
I sighed, "I dunno."
"We can't stay if we don't have a plan, Harry." She giggled. I felt my body coming undone with the way she said my name.
"I could be a baker here. I was a great baker." I chuckled. Enola laughed loudly then kissed my cheek. She wasn't buying my proposal. "What would you be doing if you hadn't decided art was your passion? Was there something you wanted to be before, like when you were a kid?" I wanted to change the subject. I felt as though I'd made a fool of myself.
She grinned, "I wanted to be a teacher."
"Why did you change your mind?" I inquired.
"I didn't really change my mind. It wasn't like one day I said, 'eh, I'd rather be an artist'. As I grew up I didn't have the drive to persue it any longer and I came to find that I really didn't care for children too much." Enola answered honestly.
"You don't like children?" I knew I sounded shocked but she was such a loving person I expected her to love children.
She sighed, "It's not that I dislike them. I just-" She paused searching for the correct term. "I don't have the patience for them I guess. I mean I have a lot of friends that have kids and I adore them but...I don't know how to explain it."
"So you don't want to have any?" I asked her.
"Maybe." She shrugged. "I always said if I found a man that I loved enough. A man that I thought I could create something so beautiful with, then yes, I would." I smiled a bit. "But I feel like that option disappeared a long time ago."
I shook my head, "No. You're still young. You've got time." Enola sighed heavily like she was saddened by my statement. "Noli, what's the matter?"
She gazed up at me with tender eyes, "It's a lovely thought, isn't it?" My brows furrowed and I kissed her forehead again. She relaxed into my chest. I felt a heaviness in her body that showed in her beautiful blue eyes as well. I held her closer, placing my mouth over hers. Her lips chased after mine. I felt a sense of pride almost, knowing that she wanted my touch just as much as I wanted hers. Enola backed out of the kiss. She smiled weakly and rested her forehead on my jaw. Why was she so upset? What wasn't she telling me? I needed to know.



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