Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 32

Last night... was even better. Last night... I did not want it to end.

I didn't keep track of the time, but I guess it was early Saturday morning when I leaned my head on Ethan's shoulder and listened to his soft breathing.

"Good morning..." I say.

As I gently traced imaginary lines on his chest, feeling the firm yet muscular contours of his body, it was like exploring a captivating map. His fingers roamed down my arm, occasionally playing with my hair.

"Good morning indeed, Princes..."

Though I was exhausted and yearned for sleep, I hesitated to close my eyes, fearing that this moment might vanish like a fleeting dream.

The past few hours had been overwhelming. The way he gazed at me made me feel like a goddess, and his kisses and caresses took my breath away. I relished every touch, feeling the strength of his muscles beneath my fingertips. It was... fantastic.

His whispers of my name, his sighs, and the way his skin flushed at my touch were etched in my memory. Seeing him in his natural state, nestled in my arms, was a sight to behold.

"How do you feel, baby?" He asks me softly, and I feel his breath on my forehead and his hand playing with my hair.

"Great," I answer honestly. He turns a little to see me and I lift my head to look at him, he has a happy smile and his face is still flushed. He is so handsome that should be a crime.

"Will you stay with me this weekend?..." he whispers as he kisses my forehead tenderly and I melt. I don't know how I did it, but I feel like I found an incredibly sweet and cuddly Ethan in the iceberg he was before. It is literally like finding a diamond in the rough or winning the lottery.

"Ehhh... I thought..."

"We said we could be together whenever the other wanted. Talk, or do... other things" he says seductively, biting his lip. My God, almost a whole day with him... maybe more. How could I resist?

"If you want..." I reply.

I'm afraid to be close to him... more than a few hours. I feel that if I know more about the adult Ethan, I'm in danger of falling in love like the teenage Ethan. Falling even harder.

It's a dangerous game I'm playing, like fire. But he looks so beautiful and his eyes are so adorable with those puppy eyes. How can I say no?

I feel like it's hard for me to say no to him. This is going to cause me a lot of trouble, this is supposed to be a touch and go. A contract, an agreement.

"Of course," he tells me, stroking my neck, down my collarbone and tracing the shape of my breasts with curious fingers. I feel my heart flutter.

"How about this...today we get up late and take a day off to rest, what do you think?" This new Ethan is absolutely adorable.

I I I want to say yes a thousand times, but I just nod and smile. Without realizing it, we are talking about nothing, just lying together, fighting not to fall asleep and enjoying each other.

"Did you know you have beautiful freckles?" He suddenly asks me, looking at the skin of my torso.

"What?"

"Mmmm...they look like constellations" he says, while I bury my face in the pillow in shame.

I forget for a moment that I'm naked next to him and that literally yesterday he explored me in detail, seeing me in ways and positions that I'm sure no one else has ever done.

I try to get over the embarrassment and not think about what he thinks about me and focus on what I felt and I am feeling now. He likes me, right? He chooses to be with me.

"Seriously!" he says, trying to convince me, now moving his beautiful fingers down my back.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Let me see... here it looks like Andromeda... and over here it looks like Cassiopeia"

"You also see the signs: Libra, Sagittarius..." I tell him jokingly.

"Of course not...well... not yet... but I can spend more time looking for all the signs... I'm sure I still have some areas to check... Challenge accepted, Princess" he says maliciously, raising an eyebrow as I feel myself dying of awkwardness and he laughs.

When I get up a few hours later, he's already out of bed. I rush to the bathroom, looking for my clothes. I don't have my things, which must have been left in the living room, so I see a nice shirt in the bathroom and put it on, along with my skirt.

I would stay with him... just for a few hours, I promised myself.

He has already told me that he wants me to stay. I hope he doesn't change his mind. Just enjoy Priscilla!

And when I found him... sweet God, I can't stop thinking... that I should have fallen in a parallel world because, this is perfect.

This man is like a vision: he is totally immersed in his cooking, I hear him happily humming a song, while he is wearing a simple white t-shirt and sweatpants, very different from his usual look, but he looks just as hot. Maybe even hotter, damn it.

He looks so happy... I've never seen him like that.

When he notices that I'm watching him like a statue, unscrupulously absorbing his masculine beauty, he smiles, and I'm afraid my mouth is wide open.

"Good morning again... is so good to have you here... come on..."

Even in the morning, he looks like a god. His face glowing as if he'd had a good eight hours' sleep and not spending hours in our intense activities. His still messy hair looking like it came from a stylist.

He leans in to kiss me in the sweetest way in the world. When the kiss ends, much sooner than I would have liked, if you ask me, he caresses my cheek and I shyly say

I caress the hand on my cheek and we remain suspended in time for a few seconds, looking at each other. Again... this doesn´t seems like a informal relationship... it´s like so much more.

"I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but you got up early" he apologizes, his hands already around my waist.

"There is no need...." Again breakfast and in bed, no more and no less! I remembered how upset I was that he wasn't with me that morning in Seattle. And now he is so... tender and caring.

"You deserve breakfast... and more..." he replies.

"No problem, I came to help you," I tell him, my hands resting on his chest.

"Okay... you're more than welcome to help, just because you are a beautiful helper..." he leans in to give me a quick kiss, and we get ready to finish preparing our food.

"Everything is incredibly delicious, as usual... thanks for this..." I tell him.

"You're welcome, but you don't have to thank me for anything... really. I love breakfast and especially having someone to share it with. I'm so happy you stay with me..." he says, taking my hand. This is the second time he says he is happy to have me here. Listen Priscilla!

"It's my favorite meal of the day, I could eat it any time of the day."

"Right? I always fight with Lily to make sure she doesn't skip breakfast, it's the best part of the day” he says, and we laugh, and then we just stare like idiots.

I didn't remember that about him, also this extremely happy side, is lovely. We finish eating and agree to let ourselves go to whatever we want to do, without plans. I wonder if every morning is this cool with him.

We spend the whole Saturday in a day of complete relaxation: we lie in the living room listening to music, his head on my lap while I caress his hair and his beautiful features, and he tells me about their favorite musicians and the times he has been to concerts. He tells me about his favorite books, movies, places… and I tell him about mine. We talked so much, and catch up. I

I can't help thinking that I wasted a lot of time, that I wasted time being with him... being away from him. It feels so good to be with him.

"Come here... put this together and... voilà!” he says delighted and kiss me while we prepare lunch.

This day is fucking perfect, then we watch a movie while I lie on his chest and I think it is definitely the best place in the world: I feel his breath, his heartbeat, and I have his beautiful face and his wonderful lips within reach.

After I showered, he showed me photos and things from his house and his travels. I'm happy to see the photos from a few years ago, from when we were separated, he looked just as beautiful. After the perfect dinner he prepared, we slow dance again and end the day.

At night, I'm close to him, wearing one of his T-shirts as pajamas. I was supposed to stay for a few hours, but of course I ended up in his bed again and spent the whole day with him. This is ridiculous, but I couldn't regret it.

"Have I told you how good my T-shirts look on you? I mean... I can't take my eyes off you" he tells me as we continue to talk in the dark, hugging each other in his soft and roomy bed.

"A few times, yeah, like thousand times..." I say laughing.

"I can get you my entire collection, you should start using it as your definitive wardrobe" he says smiling.

"Sounds nice... love your clothes...." I add. Then he thinks and adds.

"No... not now that I think about it, I don't want anyone else to see you like this" he says and winks at me.

He gives me a soft kiss that turns into something full of lust, while his hands go under my t-shirt and I lose myself in his body again.

I could live in this day, over and over again... forever.