Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 54

This is perfect. Fucking perfect.

Ethan is asleep next to me, so peaceful, and I think it's one of the few times I can see him, because he didn't wake up before me, he's always so handworker, such a focus guy in his job. I have to admit that I admire him. I always did.

He's a dream: muscular chest, beautiful skin glowing in the small rays of morning light. His hair is tousled on the pillow, his long, shapely legs are naked, his head rests gently on one hand, while his other arm is close to me, as if reaching out to me while I sleep.

He rests so peacefully... just there, looking gorgeous.

I run my fingers over his face, touching his blond eyebrows, his soft eyelids, and he begins to smile without opening his eyes. He looks so happy, he reminds me of the Ethan I knew, the sweet child, the adorable cheerful, clever boy.

My thumb stops at his lips to get to know them better, they are beautiful, and I remember how sweet they are. He sighed and kissed my finger and looked at me sleepily.

"There you are, sleeping beauty. Good morning, finally. I didn't want to wake you. But...I have to admit that I stayed for a while and watched you sleep, I can't do that all the time" I tell him and he laughs. How nice it is to see him laugh.

"You can do whatever you want today, miss Prissy, after all... it's still your birthday," he tells me seductively, taking the fingers that are still roaming his face and kissing them, one by one.

"Is that so?

"Yes baby... your desires... are my commands. What would you like to do today? Go to the beach? To the cinema? Stay here... you and me together...?" he adds with a seductive smile on his face.

"I want to live here forever... just you and me"

"Me too... maybe someday" he says... and sound like a promise. Makes me smile, and at the same time... I felt butterflies in my stomach.

He and me... together. In the future. Good god. Makes me nervous, anxious... happy, just to think about it.

But it's the truth, I don't want to leave. I don't want to go back to my apartment or my work or anything else. I don't want to think about projects, my family or classes or even the things I like to do.

That was an old Priscilla, the one that was worried about plans, and projects, and everything related to work. I never go on vacation, or relax... or think about me.

I just want to stay here... with him.

"Do you want to come closer?" he suddenly asks me, pointing to the beautiful house we've loved since we were little.

"Can we?"

"Sure we can..." he says, as if he had planned this.

We walk there holding hands like we did when we were kids, little Ethan carefully leading me down the path.

The house was a little old, time has not passed in vain, still keeps much of the structure and that magic has called my attention since I remember seeing it.

It is tall and has a charming porch, the fences are a bit down and the road has some weeds.

"We can get even closer. You know inside...take a look around" he tells me with a smile.

"Really? Isn't illegal or something" I ask.

"I did some digging, and apparently it's been for sale for a while and the heirs of the family that lived here don't know what to do with it.... I guess it can't hurt to go in and take a look," he says, as if he has everything under control and makes me feel safe.

He gives the door a little push with his shoulder and we are inside. It's dusty and cobwebby... but it has a beauty that is hard to explain.

"Disappointed?" he asks me.

"On the contrary... I think it's better than I ever imagined," I say,

We've always seen it from the outside and never gone inside, this was my first time in this place that I always love. It was magical for me.

The ceiling is high, and the walls are faded, but I imagine the pastel colors, white and beige furniture, plants, pictures.

"I have to admit, it has charm," he said as we walked through the living room into the kitchen, which was large and spacious with a large table in the middle.

"I can almost imagine being here, receiving guests or just having breakfast on a quiet Saturday or Sunday," I say, stroking the table and imagining where everything would be. He looks at me and smiles with an expression that is hard to explain.

"I can guess that your designer instinct is coming out in all its glory," he says, and we both laugh.

I tell him where I would put more stuff and that I would have a room exclusively for design samples and a place to work, and he suggests that the garage could also be used as a workshop of sorts.

“There would be small offices, especially where there are windows facing the sea” the way he says it, it sounds like he's imagining himself here with me. It is like a dream come true.

"I can imagine you getting up, getting your coffee, sitting at your computer, checking your emails and planning your next projects. In the afternoon, you would study your courses. In the evening we would meet and be together," he says, and they come closer and take my face, and he gives me a kiss that takes me everywhere, the sun, the sky, wonderland.

I didn't think much about the future, because my future was to look for more money and to move up in my work. But not all that, not breakfast in a big kitchen, living in a dream house near the sea, thinking about my projects .... of sharing all that with him.

I almost have the feeling that I'm dreaming too much, that I'm aiming too high, and that I'm going to fall apart.

But I can't help it, because a heart that has suffered so much... deserves to raise its hopes from time to time.

" This is a house that deserves much more.... you deserve much more, Prissy" he suddenly whispers to me.

I don't know why it seems like he's saying it to himself. Ethan was hard to read sometimes, I was afraid he had secrets he didn't want to tell me, dark secrets that would eventually explode, and I wouldn't know where to stand or what to do.

We walked out of the house hand in hand, and I stayed a while, watching it.

This area of the beach is not a place I frequent, because you have to have money or property like the Fairfaxes. I take a moment to take a picture of the house with my phone.

"Can I take a picture of you?" he asks, and I stand in front of the front door, trying to strike a pose that makes me look halfway decent.

I have never been very photogenic, nor have I ever been comfortable taking pictures, let alone having them taken. And the thought of him having a picture of me on his cell phone caused both excitement and anxiety.

But he doesn't seem to mind, he smiles happily at the photo and puts his phone away. I'm about to ask him for a picture of himself too, I don't have any. It seems to me something that would do a couple. And while he and I are more than just sex.... It's not like we've gotten to that point, either.

"Bye bye beautiful house, I hope to see you again sometime," I say quietly.

"I'm sure you will, my princess.... Your castle will be here waiting for you until we come back," he says.

Until we come back, he and I. Together.

It's the last day, and we go to his family's house to finish packing. I feel overwhelmed, happy, and at the same time anxious about what will happen in the future.

"I'm going to check some things in the village and come back, is that okay?" he asks, and it seems strange to me, but I guess he has things to do, we can't be together all the time.

"Yes of course..." I say and when I see that he has all his things already arranged in his little suitcase.

I sigh and pack everything as fast as I can and spend the rest of the time looking at the beach, getting lost in the sound of the waves and somehow praying to the heavens and to destiny that my life will be different, that I really dare to fight for what I want.

While he is gone, I think about the past in this house and how everything has changed. Lily's wedding is in a few days, and I think, what would his family think of the two of us together?

We will be at a party, dancing and enjoying ourselves. We couldn't even see each other and now, without them knowing, we're here spending a weekend together.

"I'm back!" he announces his return, and I see that he comes with a bag of food and a bottle of wine.

"I brought food from that seafood restaurant you liked so much," he says, and I smile.

I thought he had secrets, and he came to bring me food? You are the worst, Priscilla.

We have our last dinner on the beach, quietly drinking and eating. And the rest of the night he takes me out to dance to soft music while we are under the moon with the sea in the background.

I think that no matter how much time passes.... I will never be able to forget that weekend.