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Chapter 19: The Last caress

Chapter 19: The last caress

Sam's POV.

Well, that was awfully intense." I said after our heads bobbed out of the water. We were still tangled in each other's arms, my legs tight around his hips.

"It was splendid, my lovely little love." he said as we swam towards the bank. He lifted me up by the hips and put me on he ground. It felt nice; the way the grass tickled my wet skin. He put his hands next to me on the ground and pushed up. He sat next to me and I leaned back on the grass. He joined me on the grass and I leaned my head on his shoulder and ran my fingers across his well-toned abs. In return, he caressed my outer thighs and pulled me close to him. I felt a few beams of light on my face and when I looked up at his face, I saw how his skin sparkled.

"O! She doth teach the torches to burn bright" he said softly.

"Who said that?" I asked inquiring.

"The great William Shakespeare, in Romeo and Juliet." I quirked my eyebrows up and stood up in a sitting position."That reminds me! I kind of borrowed your Romeo and Juliet book. I was bored and I got interested." I said.

"Oh, I didn't know you were interested in the classics. I would have got you to read all my favourites." he said eagerly and pulled my hair away from my face.

"Hey, I've always liked the classics. I studied the abridged version of R&J in Form 3 and Macbeth in Form 4." I said defensively. He still looked confused. "What are Form 3 and 4?"

"The Maltese system of schools is not like the British or American. After we finished primary school at the age of eleven, we would go to secondary schools. We would chose a subject and a language at Form 1- I chose French and Home Economics- and then drop the subject and chose another two different subjects at Form 3. Then you would spend 2 years at Junior Collage and then university.

"What did you continue studying on?" he asked. The answer came out easy and automatic, as it had done since I was twelve. "I chose European Studies and European History. I wanted to either go in PR or study law. But my deepest wish was working abroad." I said.

"Perhaps you would have come to Italy and we would have met anyway." he said thoughtfully. 'And drained you dry' was still hovering in the air but no one mentioned it. "So you were a democratic. So, let's see, what type of history did you study?"

"Well, mostly religious and revolutionary chapters. I remember getting so angry for the church's doings that I passed through a phase were I wouldn't believe in anything but some great cosmic power, stronger and powerful than me hovering above me." I said as I looked back through my teenage years. I used to have some serious religious issues, and even though I was a Roman Catholic, I could see the Protestants' point of view.

"How old were you?" he asked me, I felt his eyes looking at me with burning curiosity and fascination.

"Thirteen." he sat up straight and pulled me with him. "That was quite deep for a thirteen year-old girl. You have never truly lived your age, have you? I used to ponder about why you were so disciplined and composed for a newborn. I guess this explains the fact."

"What about you? We have never discussed religion before. I kind of felt like God left me after I turned. But right now I'm thanking him deep in my heart. If I hadn't turned this would have never happened."I said and realized only afterword how truthful my words had been. Had God not given me my irresponsible mother and backstabbing friends I would have never met my Alec.

"That's a nice way of looking at it. I used to be a Protestant, but it was truly all hypocrisy. I lived in a time where religion was the base of everything. I couldn't believe in a God who allowed thousands of men to get slaughtered and children tortured until they had a heart failure. The nuns and brothers in the old convent made life a living hell. They twisted our arms until they broke, made us eat our own vomit, and locked us in dungeons and chicken coups. Once we even caught a nun and a brother during the act of love. They locked us for a week in a cellar without food or anything to drink and whipped us everyday at midnight." he said as he looked far away, as if he was reliving a hazy memory that was now long gone. There wasn't pain or sorrow in his eyes, but a spark for vengeance.