Stolen HeART
Broken Hearts and Stolen Paintings.
The warm scented bath had been Edward's idea. Through all his preparation and packing for Rome he still thought of me. I sat only for a short while on the edge of his bed watching him glide around his bedroom, picking up items that he would toss in his small suitcase. Every few minutes he would pause in his quest, walk over to me and utter the same few words 'come with me.' He would then kiss me hard and we would fall back against the made bed. He repeated these words and kisses several times and I laughed when he would suddenly pause and wink at me for I knew he would be at my side in a flash once again distracting himself from the task at hand. It was only when he entered the bathroom, shut the door behind him and left me on the bed for an unacceptable amount of time that I began to fidget. I gently tapped on the door and he gingerly opened it with a cheeky grin on his face. Before I could ask if he was okay, he had grabbed my hand and pulled me in. The apple blossom scent smelled sweet and inviting and I smiled back at him. His eyes sparkled eager to please me and I leaned over the bath tub to check the water.
"I'm going to undress you then you're going to get in. I'm going to leave the bathroom door open so I can see you while I continue to pack, okay?" I nodded yes slowly as the tip of my tongue ventured out and licked my bottom lip.
I loved it when he organised me and saw to my needs before I did. I loved the fact that he was painfully slow in lifting his shirt that I wore off my shoulders. His fingers deliberately skimmed the sensitive parts of my body and made me whimper under his touch. He took my hand and watched me closely as I stepped in to the warm bubbly water. As I settled into the water he crouched down next to me and skimmed my breasts that peaked out of the water. A small moan left my lips and he smiled at me.
"Are you going to tease me?" I asked. My eyelids felt heavy as he continued to flick my nipples that were now excited by his touch.
"I am my dear, I am." He leaned over quickly and kissed my lips before standing up straight and leaving the bathroom.
I finished my bath while Edward continued to pack and once I had dried off and dressed we headed downstairs. His briefcase was already waiting for him at the front door and a small plate of Danish pastries and fresh coffee were already at the breakfast bar. I frowned at the ready made breakfast, I had wanted to surprise him and make a batch of strawberry pancakes. He could've watched me while I cooked and I could've caught glimpses of him reading his Wall Street Journal.
Our long drawn out goodbye was a different experience for both of us. I clung to his unsuspecting body and he chuckled several times at my childlike behaviour. Our kisses were sinful and endearing all at the same time and when his arms relaxed around my waist, I knew he was letting me go. The cracks in my heart began to appear and yet my face showed no sign of the pain that I was silently feeling.
The ideal morning that would end in a nightmare.
Now it was different. Now the happy glow and contentment that he brought me was fading fast. Now I needed to be saved. The weight on my shoulders was burying me alive and there wasn't a thing I could do to stop it. I could smell him all around me. The scent of him almost made me gag and as I rushed to my bathroom once again to be sick, I felt the urge to curl up into a ball. The cold floor beneath me was a welcome relief, my stomach churned from lack of food and dehydration and my head throbbed. He had begged me to stay over at his place while on his business trip, to make myself at home while he was away with the understanding that I would on his return greet him at the door in just my birthday suit. This deal would never take place, I wasn't going to spend two days at his home and I wouldn't greet him on the day of his arrival. So I found an excuse not to shake on it. It was when he handed me his spare key when I entered the kitchen that I felt the pressure to back down. He told me to close my eyes and stick out my hand, palm side up. It was too late to back out. His face lit up and he kissed me so tenderly when I opened my eyes and looked down at the silver piece of metal that sat in the centre of my hand.
