Page 49 of Safer Together
“I don’t give a shit what happens to him, I would love to see him down and out, and we could probably still do that. We could sack him from your company and you could tell everyone that you know not to hire him. We could tell them something…. I don’t know, we can think of something. As for telling you what happened, I will, but not tonight”, I step closer to him again, so our lips are only just apart, the feel of his breath of my cheek.
“I’m yours, Elliot. Not his. He may have taken from me, but I am giving something to you. I want to be with you, I want to marry you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but you have to accept me the way I am. I’m not a virgin, Elliot. Can you accept that?”
He closes the gap between us immediately, kissing me, pushing his tongue into my mouth, swiping across my teeth, inviting my own tongue to dance with his, claiming my mouth as his own. He slips his arms behind my back, and pulls me closer to him so my body is once again pressed against his, one hand rising to hold my head to his, the other lowering to my ass, he gives it a firm squeeze, I jump a little and he laughs ever so slightly against my mouth.
“I want you, Angela, believe me I do, I want every part of you. I want your love, I want your body, I want it all. You not being a virgin, isn’t what upset me, it was what happened to you. What that low life piece of shit did to you, that made me walk away from you just then. I’m just so goddamn angry that it happened. You know I would never take anything from you that you weren’t willing to give to me. Don’t you, baby?” I nod. I knew from the moment of our first kiss he would never take from me. This is the same man who practically asked permission before he even kissed me for the first time.
“I know, Elliot. What does this mean for us? Am I staying, or should I go and leave you to think for a while?”
“You’re not going anywhere, unless you want to, of course. I just want to take you in my arms and love you, Angela. Will you let me love you?” his eyes are once again full of passion, the question lingering between us, once again leaving the ball in my court.
“Let’s go to bed Elliot, hold me and kiss me tonight,’’ he scoops me up into his arms and has us walking towards the steps before I get past the word “bed.” He smiles down at me.
“I would love that, baby.” As we climb the stairs, he kisses me on the top of my head.
I know this will change our relationship, and I welcome it. I welcome his touch, his hands on my body, my own roaming his muscled perfection. I can see it so clearly in my head. Let’s hope the reality lives up to my dreams.
We reach his bedroom. He not once falters carrying me, even though I’m not exactly a lightweight. He places me down gently on the top of the bed covers, and walks around to the other side of the bed before stripping off his t-shirt and lying down beside me. He lifts his arm, allowing me to choose if I wanted to get closer. Without any hesitation, I roll onto my side, closer to him, and fit my head into the perfect spot between his shoulder and his chest, lifting my hand up to rest on his chest. I feel the thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump of his heartbeat, beating steadily under my palm.
I run my hand slowly, from his chest down to his stomach, and back up again, slowly, not wanting anything more than to touch his muscular torso. He runs his fingers up my arm from elbow to shoulder, slowly, with just the tips of his fingers. I shiver slightly at the skin to skin contact, thankful I chose to wear a sleeveless blouse. In this moment I feel Incredibly comfortable and safe in his arms, just enjoying the touch and closeness of another individual, with no pressure to do anything else.
I snuggle in even more, turning my head slightly, his soft chest hair tickling under my nose. I press my lips to his firm, muscular chest, just once, and I hear him make a noise, not unlike a hum. Not wanting to push it to far tonight, I turn my head again, looking towards the ceiling, and just relax.
“Thank you for being you, Elliot.” He raises his hand from my shoulder and threads his fingers into my hair, softly redirecting my face to look into his eyes. Once our eyes are locked, he speaks.
“I love you, Angela. I’m not going anywhere. I asked you to marry me, to spend the rest of your life with me, and I still want that, more than anything. The fact that an animal did something reprehensible to you doesn’t change how I feel about you. It never will, baby. You know that, don’t you?” The sincerity is flowing from his eyes, clouding over with so many different emotions, including love, devotion, and a flicker of anger towards the end of his speech.
“I know, Elliot. I know.”
And I did. He had the chance to walk away from me tonight, he could have been a lesser man and chosen to not have to deal with soiled goods, but he didn’t. Instead, he is here with me, holding me close to him, not pressuring me for anything more than the contact of our bodies against each other; a cuddle, a touch here and there, eye contact, meaning so much more to me than anything else he could possibly do.
I had to stop thinking the worse every time he reacts to something I say. Instead believing in him, in us, in what we have together.
I didn’t think I could love Elliot Sands any more if I tried, but here I am, falling even further in love with the man whom I have promised to marry.
