Lovers But Not Lovers

Chapter 21- Shower

****Desiree's POV**
"Get in the shower, love". Sal said again.

Is he serious?. Like both of us should shower together?.

Hell no.

"No". I tell him.
"Fine then". He said and turned to leave.

I huffed out a breath and bend over to unzip my box. Suddenly I felt my feet being taken off the ground.

"Sal, put me down". I scream as he carries me to the bathroom.
"I asked nicely, I won't ask again". He said.

I started shaking on his body to get away from his grasp but to no avail.

We finally reached the bathroom and he put me on the vanity mirror with a sinks attached to it in a counter table form.

"Take your shirt off, or I'll do it with honours". He said smirking.
"No. I'll do it". I said, crossing my arms over the other and reaching for the hem of my top.

I pull it over my head and look back at him to see him looking at my body with utmost concentration.

I felt very self conscious with him staring at me like that.

After staring at sometime and I couldn't take it anymore, I cleared my throat, causing him to look up.

"Erm, you're making me uncomfortable, staring at me like that". I said, suddenly feeling shy.

Yes I didn't have an enormous breast but they too small either. They were plausible.

"Why?. I think you're pretty". He said, coming closer to me and locking his arms around my waist.

He looked at me dead in the eyes, as if he was searching my soul.

"You're really beautiful, Des". He said and leaned in.
He took my lower lip in first and bit it, causing me to moan out his name which of course he greedily swallowed up by out his tongue and mouth to meet mine.

He kissed me so deep. He used his left hand to reach the back of my neck and tilted me head to have a better access.

After kissing me for sometime, I decided to encourage him. Because honestly, l loved how his hand felt on me, how his lips felt on mine.

I know I'm not supposed to but right that is what I feel like I'm supposed to.

I come down from the counter sink, lips still attached and move my hand to his shirt to take it off.

Once it's off him, he doesn't waste time in reconnecting our lips. He pushes me against the sink that my ass was very close to it and I felt his hand move.

The most thing was my bra falling to the floor. Immediately after that he also reached for my skirt, undo the button and slid it down together with my panties and I felt exposed.

I also reached for his joggers and slid it down him with his briefs as well.

He brought his hands to the back of my thigh and carried me up his body so that my legs will be wrapped around his waist.

"Shower, baby. Before we do something we can't undo". He said huskily, after breaking from the kiss but still very close to my lips.

He peck me one more time and met my forehead with his as he led us to the shower.

The water was already running and it was kind of hot, so he took us in and set me down on my feet and trailed my body with his eyes.

I looked at him to check of he's okay with it but he's expressionless.
I gulped and tried to hide the scar on my thigh, very close to my pussy.

I had that scar when I was five. Running around and all and was cut by a broken glass window. It's healed and not as painful and the scar always remained.

"Sal, something wrong?". I asked. Feeling my heart at the edge of shattering if he said "why is that scar there?. It's ugly". I will literally just break down.

His eyes shit at my face with speed. He looked at me then the scar, then at me.

"What happened?". He said, eyes on the scar.

"I...broken glass. Five years old". I said as I nervously swallow.

"Hmm. Does it hurt?". He asked, eyes never leaving the scar.
"No...no. it doesn't". I say, almost quickly.

"Hmm. Okay". He then looked at me and I avoided his gaze.

He pulled me in by my waist and this had me resting my palms on his chest. He used his hand to raise my head by using my chin.

"What's wrong?". He asked.
"I.. nothing". I said, looking at him but not fully.

"Let's shower. Shall we?". He said, reaching out for the conditioner and shampoo.

I felt defeated. He didn't say anything good or anything bad. Just a fucking 'hmm'.

Didn't he see that I was sad?. Or did he just choose to ignore?.
Either way I felt as though he hated the scar and found it ugly but didn't want to shame me and hurt me.

****Salvatore's POV***
I saw disappointment in her face when I didn't say anything further.

I saw how nervous she was, up to the point that she ignored my eyes.

I didn't want to ask her here. I just needed us to shower and get covered up because I know how cold Italy is most times.

We finish up and she got dressed in a black and red polka dot short that was way above mid thigh and some shirt that was short sleeved and kind of fitted but still free in a way.

I just put on my black real baggy joggers and no shirt. I hated shirts.

We went under the covers and I saw how quiet she had been since the scar talk.

I smile internally and I was ready to annoy her. I reached close to her and out my hand on her waist and went under her shirt.
Just touching her belly button and drawing invisible lines there.

I felt her body tense before she relaxed again.

"Hey you alright?". I ask her knowing fully well she's upset.
"Yes. I'm fine". She said in a monotone voice and the zeal to annoy her left as I saw that she was really upset. Probably on the verge of tears.

I turned her around to face me but she didn't meet my eyes.
"Look at me. Desiree". I said.
I saw her gulp and looked at me. I saw her eyes glassy and I knew that I was right.

"What's wrong?". I asked looking at her face. And then she burst open.

"It's okay. It's okay". I sad trying to comfort her by stroking her hair.

"No. You hate my body, don't you?. You don't like my scar. Right?". She said seriously crying in my chest.

I just let out a light laugh. I brought her head to face me and her eyes look into mine.

"Did I say such?. Why do you think I hate your body?. Or the scar?". I asked her.

"You didn't say anything when you saw it so I assume you hate and think it's ugly but can't tell me because you feel like it will hurt. I didn't even get the scar on purpose". She said, continuing her rant with a cute pout.

I leaned in and kissed her. At least that shut her up.
"Des, you are really pretty. You're body is also beautiful. The scar is actually okay. Alright?. There's nothing about you that I don't love the way it is". I said looking into her eyes.

I saw her face flush. I could tell she was blushing even though her checks didn't tint because of her sun kissed skin.

"Is that blush for me?". I asked her making her look away and bury her face into my chest the more.

"Princess, tomorrow we will tour the city. Alright?". I ask her kissing her temple as I knew she was off to sleep.

"Alright. Good night, Salvatore". She said.
"Good night, princess".