Home is You

Chapter 33

Liam:

I look down at Steffy, who is wrapped around me, holding me tightly, while sleeping soundly. I watch her chest rise and fall. She seems at peace. I can't help but admire her and how beautiful and perfect she is. We fit together like two puzzle pieces. I love her so much. Still, after all this time the connection is still there and as deep as it has always been. She still affects me, in ways no other person ever has. Her vulnerability never ceases to amaze me.

I lightly run my fingers along her body, tracing around looking for any more changes. In the past hour, I've come to notice that she's gained a few more freckles, has a burn mark on her arm, and has slightly a few more gray hairs on her head, with a few new wrinkles. Even with the changes, it doesn't matter, Steffy will always be beautiful. She will always be my baby.

I continue to stare at this beautiful woman that is sleeping in my arms and I can't think of anything else but how much love I have for her and how much I desire her. I want to take everything that I can get from her. I'm greedy, especially since I know this won't last. As much as I love her and want to be with her doing this with her every day, several times a day, it can't happen. I can't be her husband anymore. She needs to go on living her life without me, just as she has been for the last year. I still hold strong to my belief that this isn't Steffy's burden, it's mine and I am doing what is best for her.

I know we are going to have to have an awkward and tough conversation once the heat and passion settles between us, at least to the extent that we can concentrate on something other than the sexual charge that overwhelms us. I don't want to leave this bubble with her. I know she is going to try to get me to come home with her and try to get me to tell her what is going on with me, but I can't.

She sleepily nuzzles closer to me as I wrap my arms around her, tightening my grip as not to let her go. "I love you," I whisper into her hair.

"Mmm," she smiles. "I love you too."

"It was wonderful Baby. It was everything that I hoped it would be. God, I've missed this so much. You have no idea how much I have missed you this past year. Every day has been agony not to be able to touch you, to be inside of you. It's been a struggle, and there were many days, I didn't know how I was going to survive. It was a challenge to even breathe sometimes. I didn't know how to take my next breath."

I smile before reaching below the blanket to stroke her swollen center. With one touch, I am able to feel exactly how raw and swollen she is down there as well as slightly sticky from the dried remnants from each of us. Despite those two factors she still is semi wet.

"I know what you mean," she softly confesses looking downward, before swatting my hand away. "It's been wonderful, and I never want to leave this moment...but—"

"Come," I say as I lean up with my hands out to help her stand up. I am not ready to end this. It feels too good and so right.

"Liam," she softly pleads. "We have to—"

I know what she is going to say before she even says it. "I promise we will, after we get cleaned up," I grin. "Once we get cleaned up we will talk about everything, I promise." I give her my unresistable puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

She smiles at me. I know that I have won her over.

"Come on Baby," I say pulling her into the bathroom.

I shut the door to the bathroom, locking it, before I back her up slowly to the door, pressing my lips to hers, wrapping my one arm around her before taking my free hand to turn on the shower, making sure not to break our contact. I press her against me as I feel her breast collide into my bare chest, as I hungrily continue to kiss her, pushing her to allow me deeper access.