Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 47

"Do you like it?"

"Ummm... let´s say I'm a bit lost" he admits and I giggled.

"It's about a woman who travels back in time, through some stones, and ends up in Scotland a few centuries in the past. There are several clans, and she marries one of the warriors, after that... well, a lot of things happen" he still seems confused.

It's obvious that he doesn't like the show, not at all, but he doesn't say anything, which I find adorable. Like Lily, he only stays here with me. I just enjoy being close to him, his arm goes around my shoulders, my head rests on his shoulder and he strokes my hair.

We've got a warm blanket over us, we've already eaten half of our cake, and our tongues are blue. And if I had to define my happy place... it would be this, blueberry pie, Outlander, Jamie Fraser, a blanket and… Ethan. He obviously has no interest in the show, because he starts talking to me.

"Prissy...we never talk about what happened...I really apologize for pulling away, asking you to leave my apartment, not answering your messages and not talking to you. It was definitely the most mature thing to do... just talk, like everyone else... You really didn't deserve any of this" I lift my head to look at him.

"It's okay... I pushed you away and avoided you for a long time, too. Only now do I know how it feels" I confess. He continues to stroke my hair and gives me a sad smile.

"So you admit that you ran away from me?" he says cheekily.

"To be honest, I usually run away from everything and everyone when I have the chance" I admit, we both laugh.

It's a serious and important conversation, but the mood and atmosphere are so good. I like talking to him like this.

"You know... I have never seen Tommy as anything other than a friend. Yes, I adore him, we get along, and we have a lot in common, but... he has always been a special friend to me, but just a friend, like the brother I wish I had" I say in a low voice.

"I know...now. I feel... stupid" he tells me and sighs.

We remain silent for a while. When I want to ask him if we are okay or if something will change between us, he starts to speak.

"You know... Tommy was always the one with a great sense of humor. When we were young, he was always playing pranks and making jokes. It was all lighthearted fun, and he always managed to escape any consequences. Our parents would laugh and forgive him every time," he recalls. Although his voice is calm, there seems to be an undercurrent of sadness.

"On the other hand, I was raised to be Mr. Right. I had to set a good example for you, Caroline, Tommy and my sister, and take care of all. Despite being close in age, Tommy and I had very different roles and personalities. He was the fun-loving, outgoing one who could make anyone laugh" he explains.

He's right. Reflecting on it now, I realize the truth in his words. Tommy was always the charismatic, carefree soul who effortlessly made friends wherever he went.

Hanging out with him was always exciting, but sometimes exhausting due to his wild ideas. In contrast, I was more reserved, focused on looking out for others and being responsible. Ethan and Tommy were like polar opposites, yet somehow complemented each other.

"But you know...I always liked your role. It is true that you are very different, Tommy goes from party to party meeting people, and you make sure that everyone is well. Sometimes you need someone to make you laugh or tell you about their adventures... but you also need someone to give you a word of encouragement, to pamper you on a gray day. Everyone is important"

"Really?"

"Yeah...besides, I think your opinion really matters to him. We all do" I tell him, and he gives me a tender look.

"I didn't see it that way. Anyway, I will always be grateful that he was with you and supported you all these years. I care about him too," he says, giving me a kiss on the forehead.

"Look at us... on a gray day, me a little better, and you, watching a show you don't like" I tell him and laugh.

"It's not that bad, it's just that I don't understand much... but has beautiful landscapes" he confesses. He's so sweet.

I am absolutely happy, but part of me is overwhelmed by the situation we are in, by his niceness, by the perfection of the moment.

How can I not melt when his kindness, his words, everything melts me?

How can I explain to him that this moment is so dreamy that I want it to last forever, and at the same time I can't forget the past, a terrible past that he had a lot to do with.

Ethan kills me with his sweetness, in the gentlest way possible, and he must have no idea. He destroys all my doubts.

I'm so lost in my thoughts that I don't notice him staring at me. He strokes my cheek and when I turn around, my heart is on edge, just from the way he looks at me. His eyes bright and he smiles.

He pulls me to him and places his lips on mine, a soft kiss at first, until it becomes completely passionate.

I don't want to stop for anything in the world. Oh, how I've longed for his kisses!

Now I find myself wondering how I managed to go so many days without feeling his lips on mine. I adore the taste of his kisses, tender yet firm, filled with passion yet gentle, with a subtle hint of blueberry.

He releases my hair from its bun, allowing it to cascade down, his hand resting gently at the nape of my neck. In his presence, I feel transformed, like a new version of myself that I never imagined possible.

The way he runs his fingers through my hair, tracing the contours of my skin, even when I'm dressed in the most ordinary attire.

But when his lips meet mine, it's as if I've entered another realm, another dimension altogether. It's as though he's awakened something within me, something both powerful and delicate that I never knew existed.

In truth, it's a sensation that lay dormant for far too long, only to suddenly awaken and upend my entire world. It's akin to standing on the precipice of an abyss.

Breaking the kiss, our eyes lock in a dangerously intimate gaze. I can almost still taste the lingering essence of his lips on mine. My heart yearns for more, and I find myself wanting nothing more than to gaze into his eyes, to ensure that we're both aligned in our desires for the future.

"Always so wise... so beautiful..." he murmurs, more for himself.

He studies me for a fleeting moment. But then, he pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, and kisses me once more, this time with an intensity that borders on desperation. Sweet god.

Clearly, he has no intention of stopping, and truthfully, neither do I. His tongue dances eagerly, his lips refusing to part from mine even for a moment.

One hand rests firmly on my ass, teasing me through the fabric of my sweatpants, while the other continues to caress my hair, sending shivers down my spine in the most exhilarating way.

Of course, I kiss him back, surrendering myself completely to him. Before I know it, I'm sitting on his lap, on top of him, my hands on his shoulder and cheek, feeling the beginning of his beard, the shape of his cheekbones, admiring the soft sounds he makes.

This is so perfect it's ridiculous: the rain outside, the blueberry pie on the table, Outlander in the background, it's all overly romantic and incredibly unplanned. I never thought my horrible day would turn out like this. It's the kind of surprise I like in my life.

Ethan's hands on me, caressing me, destroying all my barriers. How can I resist? Do I even think about how to do it? I just want to lose myself in this instant, forget all my problems and insecurities, and let him kiss me forever.

Frankly, it's not about the sex, it's about us. About the man who drives me crazy, who makes me lower my defenses day after day. It feels good when I'm with him, he makes me feel safe, happy, like I'm in a better world.

Suddenly he leaves my lips and caresses the tip of my nose with his, my cheek with his, leaving baby kisses on my face. He stops to look at me, to comb my hair, while I bite my lower lip.

He is so silent with his words, but when we are like this... with his looks, his caresses, his kisses, he tells me so many things.

"I want everything from you, Priscilla. I'm willing to wait as long as it takes. At your pace, as you want..." he tells me, surprising me again.

He seems to understand because he quickly adds, "Whatever you want to give me... I only ask for that. Nothing you don't want and nothing you can't give me. Just don't be away... don't go".

"Okay"

The truth is, I didn't have to think about it, I just want to go one step at a time.

"Whatever you want, we will continue as you wish"

"I can be with you..."

"Where? When?" he asks.

"I need a few days but…we can do something together" I say.

"Really? Are you sure, Princess?"