The Promise

48) Aurora

We stay in each other's arms for a while; the sun already set and the sky has beautiful shades of orange and pink. I lace my fingers through his hair feeling its waves.

My heart aches for him; I didn't expect him to have such a dark back history. But they always say the most successful people are the ones who were brought to their knees in the past.

"I'll always be here for you, Omer. I promise." I whisper.

He doesn't respond or move; I look down at his face; his cheek against my chest and his face is stained with tears with his eyes closed. I kiss the top of his head and murmur, "I never hated you, I was just scared from the idea of someone caring; I never experienced that. I thought you were using me." I pause then go on as he sleeps.

"I'm sorry, My Omer" I whisper, tears sliding down my face. My breath catches when he lifts his head and kisses me deeply, we pull away and he rests his forehead against mine, "Don't ever apologize for an action you took when you were triggered."

I hug him tightly, "Can't it be just us, just for a day." He pulls away looking into my eyes as I go on, "Without our burdens, or my raging thoughts, or my fear from getting closer to you."

"Then let's do it, dove." I smile, "A lot of people expect us to be there, especially you" I tell him. "Fuck people when it's alone time with you, dove."

I smile so big I feel my heart burst, then I hop from his lap standing up. "Then, we should swim, cause I can't swim with other people around." I laugh awkwardly. "Me too, but why, dove?" I purse my lips then tell him, "You tell me your reason first."

"I asked first, dove." I sigh, "fine, first the girls are smash down there; bodies, skin tones and all. Second, I can't tell you; you'll just see it." I state mind drifting to my thighs.

He smiles as he stands getting closer, "yes, you shouldn't swim with them. Because they'll feel sorry for themselves. You define beauty, dove."

I feel speechless when he places his hands on my waist, "You can't let that pretty mind of yours think for a moment that you're less. Girls are nothing next to you, you're a woman; with divine beauty that caught my eye from a fucking photo in a CV."

I widen my eyes and smirk, "You admit it, the photos and the CV in the file" I say pitch higher. He chuckles, "Yes, dove. I admit it." I smile proudly then frown, "This was a very bad photo, it was the first one without my scarf."

"Yes, I know you wore it." he nods "How do you feel with the change?" I ask curious, "I don't have any right for judgement, dove; nobody does. But if you're happy then so be it and for the looks you look delicious both ways."

"That's one way to describe a person not a bowl of pudding." I joke "food is lame next to the taste of those lips, dove." Heat surges through my body, "your reason, I don't forget, mister."

He smiles and says, "I have the map of the Nile on my chest as a scar, dove. I don't like people looking at it or at me."

My heart clenches and I smile at him, "Then, don't take your shirt off, I want you comfortable around me." I say and he nods.

I head in the direction of the water looking at the blue waves then take a deep breath, I never felt insecure about the scars, but right now I do; when I'm under his gaze. I reach for the hem of my dress and pull it above my head revealing my orange bikini underneath.

I look down shyly as I feel him approach me, he lifts my chin whispering "Beautiful."

I smile shyly, "You saw the second reason, now."