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IX.

It was raining hard. The rain kept falling even after we got to his place. We were so drenched, and as soon as Thor was released, he shook off on us. I screamed, laughing by his actions. I felt, to put it in a clearly and honest way, content.

“What?”, I asked him when I caught him staring at me with that shinning smile.

“You are so beautiful, did you know?”

My cheeks were hot when I heard those words; he had told me that before, but today was different. It felt different. He was so close I could hear his heart beating as fast as mine. I was shaking, but not because it was cold. There was no tension, no pressure; it was just the two of us. Slowly, his lips touched mine. He pulled me closer to him and held me tight, and I put my arms around his neck.

He was acting as if he was asking for my consent: but I gave it already since I hugged him moments before. God, his kissing was so delicious, his smell, his breath, everything felt so good, I swore I was in another world. I wanted it to last forever. He broke the kiss and stared at me, looking for something; an answer, some reaction. I didn’t want to talk nor speak: this bliss was not meant to be broken. He understood my silence, took my hand and got upstairs. He kissed me again and I put my legs around his waist.

“You´re so light weighted, like a feather”, he joked, and I bit his lower lip, which caused a groan from the deepest of his throat, and that mere sound turned me on. I moaned so low, that he squeezed my ass. He put me in the bed. He didn’t take my clothes off right away: he was taking his sweet time, by letting me know he had waited for me, how true and honest his feelings were.

It wasn’t sex. It was love in its purest form. He was so dedicated, even when he was inside of me, when we synchronized together in a dance we both created along with our moans, sighs, our names. And then, we came together, quietly, softly. He gave me a kiss in my forehead right before placing his head on my chest. I held him and intertwined my legs with his. I was stroking his hair while he slept, and I smiled and cried and laughed at the same time. Piece by piece, my heart was putting itself back together and healing at its own pace.

For the first time, in almost 20 years, I was truly falling in love.