The Turning Point

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE - SAD PEOPLE LIKE RAIN

Heloyse

"We're here!" Will said, drawing my attention to the place.
He got out of the pickup truck and opened a large gate. On the left side, a huge hill curved ahead.
After the pickup truck had passed through the gate, Will got out and closed it. We followed the curve on a stone road. On the right side, a slope full of lavender ranging from purple to lilac. And further ahead, I could see the big river that embellished the landscape. At the end of the road, we stopped in front of a chalet as cozy as those we see in movies.
Will stood looking at the house for a while, then looked at me.
"This is beautiful, Will."
"Glad you like it. Wait till you see the rest."
He got out, walked around, and opened the pickup truck door for me. We took our things and carried them inside the chalet.
The chalet had dark wood furniture. Everything was very clean. It was obvious that someone had dusted hours before.
While Will took the pickup truck to the back, I went to look at the other rooms. The first space was the living room. A caramel L-shaped sofa was in front. An armchair was next to a stone-clad fireplace. The side walls near the fireplace were half glass, covered by huge white lace curtains, the other half was wood like the whole chalet.
On top of the fireplace, a brown wood guitar was positioned vertically. In the middle of the room, a dark coffee table and a rug. This part was separated from another room by a staircase leading to the bedrooms.
This other room had a black leather sofa with several pillows and was in front of a bookcase with a TV and books. Some pictures on the wall, rugs with earthy colors like the decoration. A guest bathroom, further ahead, a dining table with a beautiful vase of lilies. They were so well made that I even thought they were real.
I followed through a glass door where the kitchen was. The cabinets were also wood. The two-door refrigerator, the mirrored stove, and the TV were the only objects that broke the rustic air of that place.
I went upstairs and at the end, I came across a small TV room and large windows with curtains. One large window faced the main entrance and the other the back. On the sides of the room, there were doors. Surely they were the bedrooms.
I opened the door on the left side. The room was very tidy. The bed linens were white as were the curtains. It also had a small bathroom with burgundy towels. The window was on the side of the chalet. From there you could see where the big slope to the gate began.
Then I went to the other room. This one was much more beautiful. The bed linen was so white that it was a shame to lie on it. At the end of the bed, there was a black sofa with three pillows, also dark. A white rug as soft as cotton. The bathroom was small, but larger than the other room. It had a bathtub and smelled so good.
I opened the French door and was speechless at what I saw. The view was directly to the river. I could see further ahead, flowers like those at the entrance. In the distance, mountains looked like paintings.
The deck had a table in the center with two chairs. They were also made of wood, with a beautiful vase of braided ropes and white flowers, which like the lily, were not real.
Further ahead, an L-shaped sofa with braided rope details and patterned pillows.
Everything was so beautiful, but nothing compared to that view.
I was distracted for a while looking at it, and didn't even notice he was behind me.
"I used to come here with my grandfather."
I was slightly startled, but didn't look back. I kept looking at the landscape.
"It's beautiful. You must have loved coming here."
"Yes, I did. After he died, I never set foot here again."
"Who comes to clean up?" I asked, turning to him.
"I have employees here. The property is large and still part of my farm. They live a few minutes away. It's a family of six. This morning I called asking them to clean the chalet."
"They did a good job."
"They did. Have you seen the whole chalet?"
"Yes, I have."
"Do you want to eat?"
I nodded. He smiled and then looked away, avoiding my gaze.
"Will, I really liked coming, but it doesn't mean that after what happened today, I'm going to accept what you proposed..."
"Can we not talk about it? At least while we're here?"
"Okay, but at some point, we'll need to."
"I know."
"Great."
"Great," he repeated. "What do you want to do?"
"Actually, I wanted to swim a little, but I didn't bring a swimsuit. Since you didn't tell me where we were going, I brought regular clothes."
"You can swim in your bra and..."
"Don't even think about it. I'll put on shorts."
"Okay. I just wanted to help."
He gave a mischievous and at the same time so beautiful smile that I felt the urge to kiss him.
My hands went to his face, while his hands came to life on my back. The kiss intensified and after a few seconds, I felt my back leaning against the glass door.
The blood pulsed frantically in our veins. My heart was racing as if I had been running for hours. I moaned when his lips kissed my neck and his hands invaded my blouse, caressing my stomach.
"Stop, Will!" I pushed him away.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just think we should spend the day enjoying the place. Don't you think?"
"No," he said, laughing.
I laughed and pushed him again, getting rid of him. Will took my hand and together we went into the room.
"Your things are here. If you want to change clothes, feel free. I'll go downstairs to prepare something to eat."
"Okay!"
He nodded and went down the stairs.