Does the wolf cry over the sheep?

Festival

October 9, 2023

Kit

Kit's hands moved gently through Emilia's hair, the shampoo sudsing up as he massaged her scalp. "Let me do it," he said, his voice low and soothing.

Emilia's eyes fluttered open, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I just washed it!" But Kit was undeterred, his fingers working the shampoo into a rich lather. "You didn't wash it well," he teased, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Emilia's expression softened, a smile playing on her lips. "If you keep this up, I don't think we'll get out of this damn bathroom." Her eyes closed, and she let out a contented sigh.

Kit's smile mirrored hers. "I don't mind that." He rinsed the shampoo from her hair.

"But I do, Kit! We have to go to the festival at dusk." As Emilia turned to him, her eyes sparkling with amusement, she grasped the sponge, soaping it up before rubbing it against his chest. "Let me..." she said, her voice husky.

Kit's skin tingled under her touch, his body responding to the gentle pressure. He turned around, feeling the sponge glide across his back, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

But then, Emilia's touch faltered. "Kit?" she said, her voice hesitant.

He turned to face her, concern etched on his face. "Why did you stop?"

Emilia's eyes were fixed on his back, her brow furrowed. "I found a new mole."

Kit's nonchalant tone belied the sudden flutter in his chest. "Hmmm..."

Emilia's hands moved to pour water over his body, the cool liquid a welcome respite from the warmth of the bathroom. "You need to get it checked out," she said, her voice laced with concern.

Kit's shrug was casual, "It's just a mole."

But Emilia's response was laced with a deeper emotion, her voice trembling. "And I thought it was just a headache. But it turned out it was worse than I thought. It was a brain aneurysm." She said as her arms wrapping around him waist as she pulled him close. He felt her head and breasts collide with his back, her body trembling against his.

"If it makes you feel better, I'm going to make an appointment with the dermatologist," he said, his voice soft and reassuring.

Emilia's voice was barely above a whisper. "Kit?"

He knew that tone, that hesitation. He didn't like what was coming, but he steeled himself for it. "What's wrong, Emilia? Are you crying?"

The words hung in the air, heavy with emotion. Kit felt a pang in his chest, his heart aching at the thought of Emilia's tears. And then, she asked the question that made his heart stumble.

"Do you remember September 2022?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kit wanted to shut down the conversation, to avoid the pain that was sure to follow. "Let's not talk about this!"

But Emilia's arms tightened around him, holding him in place. She didn't want him to turn and see her, to witness the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Kit's hands went to her, trying to calm her down, to soothe her. "Emilia, please. You said it yourself, what's done is done. Do you remember? Please, my love, don't cry."

But Emilia's words poured out like a confession. "Have you forgiven me?" she asked, her voice cracking with emotion.

Kit's response was immediate, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I forgave you a long time ago. I love you, Emilia, and I will always forgive you for anything you do." He meant every word.