Enola held me tightly as we stood under the spray of the shower. I smiled and tilted my head into her touch as she caressed my scalp. She knew how much I loved it and did it every chance she got. There was something different about her as she kissed my collar bones then worked her way across my chest. Her body seemed tense even though the way she touched me made me think she was just fine, enjoying being close. I started to yell at myself, tell her you love her you fool. Instead, I ran my hands down her back lazily then smirked a bit when I touched her bum. She gazed up at me with big doe eyes.
"Sing to me." She whispered. I had done it while we were in Ireland. She loved it then, gave me praise for my voice and the way I used it. I smiled; I knew how to tell her I loved her. I cleared my throat and started to sing her favorite song. A song that said everything I wanted to but was too scared to: Make You Feel My Love by Adele. I sang quietly and her body tensed more. Did she know what I was trying to say? Did she tense because she felt the same way? No, wouldn't she have relaxed? "I could make you happy. Make your dreams come true." It was true. I could make her so happy. She could travel the world with me, see all of the art there is to see and every night we'd make love and talk like we'd spent months apart. "Go to the ends of the Earth for you." I had already done that. I flew to Italy just to be with her. She came here just to be with me. I would go anywhere to be by her side. I nearly whispered the last words of the song. I was getting a little choked up about my hidden confession.
I kissed her hair lightly. I moved my lips to her shoulders because I knew that was a spot she loved to be kissed. I gently teased the skin on her back just above her bum with my fingertips. Enola buried her face in my neck and held my tighter. I felt something on my skin that wasn't water from the shower head. Enola had started to cry. I locked my wrists at the small of her back I wasn't going to let her go until she felt that I loved her enough to go cold in the shower with her to make her stop crying. I was going to let her know how much I loved her. Before we left Italy she was going to know that I was madly, passionately in love with her.
Hello, again my loves.
This note is to instill a small warning for those readers who can be squeamish when it comes to "love scenes". The next chapter is basically, well, it is mostly sex. Graphic but very important to the story. I understand if you can't deal. So for those readers I will do a bit of a recap in the author's notes next chapter.
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