We meet again

Chapter 12

 I could feel his hands on my hair and I really enjoyed it. I wanted it to last forever. In an instant, I forgot about all the problems.

"I was relieved for a moment when you said sister," I had to tell him, even though I knew he would question me because of my tears. I just couldn't help myself. I felt a strong need to cry and I just cried.

"Gabriela..." - I knew she was going to start, and I think that's fine and I should talk to someone. I pulled away from him and looked him in the eye. My eyes burned a little, but at the moment that's my least concern.

"Your tears hurt me," he said so carefully, and I saw the pain in his eyes, the same pain he mentioned. I could see the love for me in his eyes and it made me happy, but I was a little afraid again that I would end up hurt by him again.

"Let's sit down," he pulled me by the arm and I looked around a bit. Everything was nicely decorated. I was kind of yellow and full of pictures. I sat down on the sofa in his living room and looked at him. Most of me have told me that I trust him and that is exactly what I will do. I will trust him and hope he doesn't leave again.

"Will you tell me what happened?" I looked him in the eye, then nodded. I really wanted to talk to him at this point. He will understand me.

"Remember what Stefan has been hiding since the first day we met?" He nodded and looked at me confused. He didn't tell him what happened. He probably didn't want to put him in a difficult position of devotion.

"Niccola and Layla were asleep," I looked away. I didn't feel like Niccola had betrayed me, but Layla, and they were still hiding it from me. I felt somewhat hurt, but on the plus side, Sebastian is here now to save me.

"And she never told you about it?" I looked into his eyes and shook my head. Maybe it hurt me more. She never admitted to me what had happened, and without Niccola telling me, she might never have found out what had happened. I saw that Sebastian was confused and I laughed at him a little.

"I'm not asking you for anything. It is enough for me to say it out loud to someone. I feel a little better. "He looked me straight in the eye and nodded. I want him to raise the topic of us to see what we are up to. I want to know that, and I don't want to think about the problems around me now. He's finally back and now I don't want to let him down.

"What do you want us to talk about?" - I think he knew, but he didn't want to risk changing the subject. I think he's a little scared not to start something wrong, and he wouldn't do it.

"About us." He shook his head a little and looked me in the eye. It was as if he was looking for something, and then he approached again.

"I know you're angry and I'm willing to wait as long as it takes to not..." - I stopped him with one of my kisses. I need this right now. I loved his kisses. They cheered me up in so many ways that I couldn't count them all.

"I haven't been angry for a long time , but at this moment I still want ..." - I couldn't recognize him for a moment, and then he kissed me. I honestly didn't expect that.

"What do you want?" I wanted his lips all over my body, and I was a little ashamed to say it out loud. I never really told him that. Maybe it was time, and I didn't know how to tell him.

"This one" - I didn't know what to tell him. I actually knew what, but I didn't know how. I saw a smile on his lips. It was funny to him that I was confused.

"Feel free to say ," he approached me more and more, and I went backwards. I started this, it's my own fault. I was a little embarrassed to say even though I knew it was nothing terrible. It's natural, but with it it's kind of different. When you talk to a friend about it it's one thing, and when you talk to a boyfriend it's another thing.