Enola lay on the sofa with her head in my lap. She had been silent since we had talked about me saying I love her. I knew she was torturing herself and it pained me. She didn't have to. I knew that she loved me. I knew it. She was just too afraid to admit it. Love was a scary thing for her because of what happened between her parents. But I was never going to do that to her. I was going to stay by her side. Even if we lost the unimaginable fire between us, I would still love her and care for her. I would be her friend for all time. I stroked her hair gently as she watched the movie we had chosen. I wasn't sure of what it was but I knew that she was completely in love with it. Her eyes were so intense as she followed every movement of the characters. I leaned my head against my hand and stared down at the beautifully broken woman. What could I do to make it better? How could I make her see that everything was the way it was supposed to be? I sighed heavily and let my head fall to the back of the sofa.
"Harry?" Enola looked up at me with worried eyes. "Is something wrong?" She asked sweetly.
I shook my head and smiled, "No, baby. I'm just tired."
She giggled, "I would be too if I were you." There was a glint in her eye. She was getting playful again. Maybe in her silence she was figuring out what she was feeling. I grew hopeful for the rest of our holiday. "Do you want to go up to the bedroom?" She inquired sitting up.
I shrugged, "If you want to, I don't mind sitting here."
She grinned, "Come on. Let's go, Mister." She took my hand in hers then pulled me from the comfy sofa. I followed her up to the bedroom. I shut the door behind me. When I turned to Enola again she was already naked and crawling into the bed. She smiled brightly at me, "Get undressed, baby." She purred. I lifted my eyebrow in question but I removed my jeans and briefs anyway. I then climbed into the bed beside her. She smiled at me as I laid my head down on the pillows. "Turn away from me." She instructed. I did as told. I wanted to know what was going through her head. AS soon as I settled into the bed, I felt her breasts press against my back. I smiled: it was an interesting but really enjoyable feeling. She wrapped her arm around me, her hand resting on my pec. She gently caressed my skin with her thumb. She kissed the back of my head.
"What are you doing?" I chuckled.
"I know that you like to be held too. So, I'm going to hold you the way you hold me. It's my favorite part of going to sleep with you. I just want you to feel something from me." She murmured into my ear.
"Enola." I sighed and tried to look back at her.
"No, Harry, please." The three words made her sound so desperate. I nodded and returned myself to the position I had been in. She held me tighter and rested her head against mine.
"Is this really your favorite part of going to bed?" I asked softly.
I could hear the smile in her voice, "Of course. I love when you hold me and whisper to me when we're getting ready to sleep. Especially if we'd been making love just before." I smiled myself. She did love me. She just didn't know that it was love.
I then whispered to her the surprise I was saving for when she woke up, "I got us tickets to the opera tomorrow night."
"You are a sneaky man." She giggled.
I laughed loudly, "You brought it up." She kissed my temple forcefully before we both returned to silence. It wasn't long before I fell asleep being held in the arms of the woman I loved so deeply.
A bit of filler. :/