Forever and Always.

Chapter 9.

After two days of us catching up in two years of sex we finally decide to head to Arizona, where on the way I continue to read my book by John Green and take pictures of myself and Olivier. At some point in our road trip Olivier pulled over so I could cry into his chest after I finished the book, it was to damn sad but I loved it, the other time he had to pull over at 12am in an empty road was because I could not keep my hands off him... In general it was a great trip.

  We're in a hotel somewhere in Arizona cuddled up in bed, I am laying on my side my tablet at arms length, Olivier's arms around me as he spoons me, we're both looking through the Netflix list of movies.

"We can't decide on something to watch." he says and kisses my cheek. I sigh and turn around facing him.  I am wearing some overly large shirt and some sweatpants, it happens to be quite cold.

"I think we should just give up, we cannot agree on a movie." I say and peck his lips softly, he closes his eyes and smiles softly, his hand on my lower back as we're so close our noses brush against each other.

"Let's move far away, let's get on a plane and forget about everything... We can go to my house in France, or hell, we can move to China if that's where you want to go, I'll go with you, just say where and we'll be there." he says looking at me in the eyes, his hand moves up to my curly hair.

"Oh Olivier." I say softly and hug him tightly to me. " As much as I want to get far far away from everything, we have a live here." I whisper and he nods with a sigh holding me. "We can go to Europe whenever you want to visit, I understand you miss home, so do I." I whisper and nuzzle his neck, he smiles against my shoulder in agreement.

"I love your hair." he tugs on it a bit bringing memories. I blush.  "Look who is blushing..." he laughs softly and leans in kissing me, our clothes soon end up in the floor.

  After our rather erotic, passionate love making he falls asleep next to me. I watch him for a little bit, observing him, he looked so relax and young when he sleeps, I look at his complexions. Strong defined jaw, a well sculptured nose and lovely lips that are currently in a pout, its adorable really, his long dark eyelashes fan over his cheeks, his impressive sharp cheekbones as beautiful as ever. His hair was messy that 'I just had sex' hair look,  not the usual well brushed and styled way, its short in the sides and the back , and longer in the front. He is beautiful, I sigh and kiss his forehead settling my head on his chest, his arms automatically wrapped around me in a loving, yet protective embrace. I slowly drift off dreaming about Olivier and I at L'lle de Riou in the boat having a nice evening together like with did in our honeymoon.