Quiet Little French Girl. [h.s.]

Investments; Warm Hearts.

Today it almost feels like a massive weight has been lifted from both mine and Odette's shoulders. This morning, I woke up to her beautiful face beside mine and watched as small breaths seeped from her naturally roseate lips, her eyes fluttering slightly as she dreamt; hopefully of something unique and idyllic. It feels like we've uncovered everything that was clawing it's way out, everything that we so foolishly grasped on to is now in the open air and we're quite happy to accept.

Odette's voice rings in my head for the first time since last night. The way her delicate breath tickled my ear as she reached up to whisper, her precious words making my heart melt. Something I've wanted since the day I met her, but to hear those particular words made it all the more worth the wait.

Her breath hitches as she prepares herself, hands becoming clammy and her body tensing as she takes in a deep breath, the next thing I hear is something I've been longing for...

"I love you Harry."

My heart sinks to my stomach with longing, with happiness, and with any other emotions I can muster at this long awaited moment. Her voice. Even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined in my life, the way her accent licks every word as she speaks with such coyness and elegance - it truly is a gift to the world. I can't help but wrap my arms around her in utter astonishment and overwhelming elation, she did that for me, just for me; I don't even care if that's the last time she utters a word to me, I will remember and embrace this moment for every single day of the rest of my life, this perfect moment, her perfect voice.

Odette lets out a breathless chuckle into my chest, most likely due to the snake like grip I currently have on her body, her breath pants out in small bursts and I take that as a sign to stop; soon after she places her plump lips to mine and that's when it starts. That feeling as if I'm floating on clouds, as if all the badness that we've been hiding has now dissipated and our two souls are left to enjoy each other wholly. It's worth it, it's always been worth it.

Work seems easier somehow today, I think it's primarily because my mind is focusing on each task at hand instead of worrying about Odette; I mean obviously I worry about her regardless, however I feel like today is the start of a new beginning, like both of our slates have been wiped clean. We're starting fresh, holding no secrets at all.

It's been slightly easier today, the workload is pretty much the same as yesterday but I feel a lot happier in general, therefore I'm not complaining about everything I have to do, or the small amount of time I have to do it in - I'm feeling completely positive. Mr Miller has given me nothing but detesting scowls today, he hated the fact that I'd finished every single piece of work that he'd thrown my way yesterday, Mr James insisted that I had been overworked but it just goes to show what an integral part of the company I have become. Luckily I have Mr James on my side, he sees the good in my work ethic and personal decisions, he even mentioned yesterday a round of golf at the weekend, I took the offer up gratefully.

William is a regular in my office also, he came round quite a few times yesterday and this morning, instructing me on a few files that I needed assistance on; he quite happily takes the time to explain detailed documents to me - things that are above my pay grade anyway - and even goes above and beyond so that I understand the ins and outs of how a company actually works.

I've been texting Odette all morning and keeping an eye on her blog, she mentioned last night something about cycling or tourism, I can't quite remember - she is an incredible writer, another reason why I love her, knowing that all of her intelligence wasn't due to schooling but her undying need to learn. My work pile rises higher as I daydream, my fingers absentmindedly tapping away at the keyboards overworked keys, the white letters and numbers are fading slightly due to my constant use. Mr Millers PA Katherine struggles in with yet more work, her arms too frail to carry the overwhelming weight of it all.