Julia Lelieveld and the battle with the underworld

~6~

"Julia, wake up."

I heard Renzo talking softly to me in the distance. His arm was still around me as if we had fallen asleep after our first time.

He squeezed my shoulder gently. I didn't want to wake up at all. I wish I could stay like this forever. Still a little dazed, I opened my eyes and looked at Renzo.

He looked back at me lovingly. I got up a bit and gave him a kiss. He kissed me back passionately.

I leaned over him for a moment to look at the clock radio on his nightstand. It was half past five in the evening.

"Are you late?" he asked cautiously. I shook my head.

"No, dad thinks I'm shopping."

He nodded and laid his head down again. I took advantage of the situation and laid my head on his chest again. I stroked his belly and stopped at his tattoo for a moment. What would it mean? It looked like some kind of symbol or sign. I couldn't place it.

He probably felt me ​​doubting his tattoo. Automatically he brought his free hand to his tattoo and rubbed it for a moment.

"It's the family crest of the Lucifers. It represents the Lucifer family tree and e-warriorship. So you understand I'm not proud of it," he said, a little dejected.

"It's been a part of your life, you may not be proud of it, but try to give it a place."

In response he gave me a kiss on my hair. I grabbed him for a moment and realized I was really starting to care about him.

After lying like this for half an hour, it was really time to go home, even though I didn't like it. Reluctantly, I separated myself from him. I could tell from Renzo that he didn't like it either, because with difficulty he let go of me.

I got dressed and went to the other room. Renzo, alone in his pants, followed me. When I saw him like that, the muscles in my stomach tightened again. I walked over to him and put my arms around him and kissed him. He kissed me back passionately, but before we could continue we were interrupted by his phone. With a big sigh he broke away from me and looked at the screen of his phone. He brought his eyebrows together for a moment and seemed to hesitate to answer. And before he made up his mind, it had already gone to voicemail.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"Yes." He was lost in thought. I was curious who had just called, but I didn't want to embarrass him. If he wanted to talk about it, he would. But he was silent, so he probably didn't want to talk about it.

I grabbed my coat and my bag and walked back to him. "I have to go."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Unfortunately yes."

"Shall I come to you tomorrow?" he asked cautiously.

"Gladly."

And with those words we said goodbye and with my head in the clouds I got on my bike home. Who expected that? I still couldn't quite get my head around what had just happened.

Daddy wasn't there yet when he got home.

I made dinner and went to bed on time. I was really exhausted.

The next morning I woke up with butterflies in my stomach. Renzo was supposed to come by today.

I did my homework and housework and was done by mid-afternoon. Dad had arranged to work out with his colleague, so he would be gone all afternoon. They were supposed to go to the assault course on the military compound just down from here. He probably needed to let off some steam, because I don't think his research went as it should.