Christian's Yearning

CH37

~ yearning no more ~

Saturday September 10th

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Ana is alone in a cold bed her eyes heavy with sleep. The cool Mediterranean breeze makes her naked body shiver. The doors to the balcony are open; the soothing sounds of the waves shift through along with the salty scent.

After a few seconds she realizes that the only light is afforded by the stars and moonlight shining through the open windows and glass doors. Christian is standing by the door, his back supported by the frame. Ana can hardly see him, he looks like a Michel Angelo statue hidden in the shadows just for her eyes only; his face is looking down to something on his hands.

The moonlight bounces off his chest and his rock hard abs. His right knee bends effortlessly over his left leg; the light allows her to drink in the shadows and outline of his calves, legs, and as her eyes go up, his thighs and the outline of his – oh boy… yeah that’s really, really nice.

Ana grabs the covers and wraps herself as she walks towards Christian. He is so mercurial, a few hours ago he was happy and carefree, and now he looks like he as the weight of the world on his shoulders.  As she passes by, she knocks a museum quality replica of VanGoh’s ‘The Starry Night’ painting which alerts Christian of her approach.

“Ana, you are awake!” 

Ana wraps her arms around his muscular shoulders “the bed was lonely, everything alright?”

He closes his eyes, dips his head on her hair and inhales; “Yes.”

“Wow, this is beautiful!” The stars and moon are reflected on the dark blue water. The night is tranquil, the stars bright and the moon round. The moon is almost orange shining like a small sun being reflected on the water giving the impression of twin skies; she moves her head to one side then the other, for a few seconds it is hard to know which one is a reflection and which is the real sky.

 “Yes, beautiful.” He nuzzles her neck. “I do not want to be apart, Ana, we belong together.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You are done with fashion week. We are going back to New York tomorrow.” Christian drops to his knees as he kisses her bellybutton “and each to different apartments.”

Ana shivers but not from the cold; Christian intoxicating scent makes her insides melt, like ice cream on a hot summer day. 

Now, Christian is no longer against the door frame; he is kneeling, his left shoulder bellow the now crooked picture. His hands are holding her hips tight as he reaches the apex between her legs. He takes a deep breath and then shakes his head as if he just got out of a pool; but, he does not do or say anything for a few minutes.

So, Ana drops to her knees and with a log manicured finger lifts his head. “Talk to me, Christian.” She asks - what is going on in that beautiful head?

“I tried to stay away from you, I really did, Ana, you deserve a better man than me.”

“Oh, Christi-” her voice just above a whisper.