Just One Hello (Book 2 in the Just Series)

Chapter 35

Marco

As was slowly waking up, a smile broke into my face, as I remember my proposal last night. Then I brought her back to my home and showed her my other surprise. I turned one of the bedrooms into her art studio where she can do what she loves. Painting. And after that, I showed her just how much I love her.

I made love to her in my bed. It had been wonderful. But as my mind start to work slowly, I realized that I was alone in my bed.

I frowned.

I find that I didn't like waking up without her by my side. I got used to waking up and seeing for first thing when I open my eyes.

This is unacceptable.

I jerked up on the bed and looked around.

Maybe she's in the bathroom. I tried to listen to any indication that she was indeed in the bathroom, but I didn't hear anything.

Then I noticed a piece of paper laid down on her pillow.

I picked it up and read the note.

You looked so peaceful. I didn't want to wake you. I'm in the other room, painting.

I love you!

I smiled.

That I can accept. She must be really excited to be able to paint again.

I climbed out of bed and put on my pants. Then I headed over to her art room.

The door was slightly ajar. I quietly open the door wider and I stopped. Frozen in place. She was wearing my shirt again while she was painting.

I took in the lovely picture of my Ellie sitting on a stool, paintbrush in her hands as she stroke her brush on her canvass. Earphones was covering her ears. But what struck me was what she was painting.

It was me.

I looked determined, strong, and masculine,I was sporting a cocky smile.

I chuckled softly. That's probably how she sees me.

But it was the detail she put in my eyes that really caught my attention. My eyes were filled with love. The love reflecting hers... Exactly how I told her last night.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, while trying to absorb the scene before me.

I never knew I could love someone so much.

I continued to watch her silently. I was so captivated by her movements. I didn't want her to stop.

I don't know how long I stood there, simply watching her every stroke.

Then minutes or maybe hours later, she put her brush down and stretched her hands above her head. She took her earphones off.

She stopped midway, as if sensing my presence. She slowly turned around. I couldn't stop my self, I walked towards. She watched me approach her. Heat, want, and need filling her eyes.

I stopped right in front of her. I reached for the earphones in her hand and set them off to the side.

I didn't move. She didn't blink.

We simply stated at each other.

All I can hear was the sound of our rapid breathing.

I couldn't take it anymore, I reached out to her and crushed my mouth over hers.

I reached for the buttons on her shirt and remove it off of her letting it fall to the ground.

I cupped her breasts and she arch her body towards me and moaned.