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"Emilio?" I spoke to him cautiously and at the moment I didn't know what was going on inside him. He seemed lost in thought, not really here with me anymore and even though I would have liked to follow him into the abysses of his mind, I took his hands tightly in mine and squeezed them a little harder. "I didn't want to ask you about her."

"You must have dialed the wrong number," he suddenly explained without looking at me, pulling his hands away from me to get up frantically and pace nervously up and down.

"I certainly didn't dial the wrong number!" I insisted on the truth and then got up as well, causing him to immediately turn around to face me and I caught my breath at the sight of him.

His eyes had suddenly turned so dark that I had trouble finding him in the depths of his irises, even if I looked closely.

All that seemed to be left in him was pure hatred and when his entire body began to tremble, I blamed myself for his suddenly aggressive state. I should have just shut up. Basically, none of this concerned me at all.

"Isalie, I'm not engaged or anything," he said firmly, turning to the table from which he took his trousers and was about to put them on, but I immediately ran up to him and put my hand on it to calm him down his upper arm.

He flinched in surprise at my touch, but I still didn't let go of him and waited anxiously for him to finally return my gaze, which he did after what seemed like an eternity.

"I believe you," I promised him, still looking at him pleadingly. "And no matter what's going on with you right now, we can talk about it."

"There's nothing to talk about. I have to clarify something, otherwise I'll go crazy!"

He pulled his arm away from me again and although I didn't want to start crying again, it just happened and the tears kept running down my warm cheeks. I didn't even know why I kept crying that night, but I blamed it on the whole situation and the alcohol, even though it just hurt me how cold he was to me at that moment.

His eyes met mine again and although I cried so bitterly, I noticed that the evil disappeared from his beautiful eyes at the sight of me and I was just glad that he seemed to calm down again.

"Stop crying," he said sympathetically, but I could tell from his voice that he was also slightly irritated and worried about my condition at the same time.

"I can't!" I retorted and tried to take a deep breath, but didn't succeed as well as I should have. "First you pull me out of the sea, then you bring me here and now you want to go. There are so many questions in my head and instead of getting answers I just get more confused about it all!" I babbled desperately and only stopped when he suddenly grabbed my waist and stood so close in front of me that I could feel the pounding of his rhythmic heartbeat.

"I don't want to go, but I have to," he explained softly, pulling me even closer, making my stomach tingle so exhilaratingly that I just had to smile with tears in my eyes.

No matter how cold he was before, this warmth that was now emanating from his body was pure fireworks for my feelings. The sparks seemed to rush through my entire blood and I couldn't help but place my hands gently on his warm chest, eager for more of the high.

"And no matter what questions you have, I'll answer everything for you," he added in his dark voice and I looked up at him shyly, while I just couldn't stop worrying about the woman on the phone .

"So you really don't have a fiancée?"

He shook his head almost imperceptibly and suddenly his lips came closer to me, so that my heart skipped a few beats and I clawed my fingernails into his chest, completely overwhelmed.

"Sorry," I stuttered, startled by my gesture, and wanted to pull my hands away again, but he placed his hands firmly on mine, forcing me to continue to be at the mercy of this tingling on my fingertips.

"Hurt me. I can take it," he breathed, and I caught his breath, gazing at his eyes, until I glared at his lips and, without thinking, stood on my tiptoes, making our lips even more ridiculous millimeters apart and I closed my eyes hopefully.

At first nothing happened, but this tension almost tore me up anyway, until I suddenly felt his warm lips on mine and my heart leapt from sheer overwhelm.

I had no experience, didn't really know what to do, but he didn't need it at all.

He held my hands tightly to his chest, tenderly starting to brush his lips over mine and I felt the need to pull him even closer, but didn't for fear of ending this beautiful moment.

"So tender," he breathed against my mouth and then bit my lower lip lightly, which startled me to dig my fingernails into his skin again, but he even seemed to like it because I felt his breathing quicken.

I also had to admit that I felt a pleasant tugging in my abdomen when he suddenly became more demanding and pressed his tongue against my lips until I opened my mouth and he conquered it violently with his tongue.

I moaned in pleasure into that beautiful kiss and blushed at the gesture of mine, but he seemed just as aroused as I was.

"Come here," he breathed decisively, breaking away from my lips briefly to pull me by my hands to the sofa, where he sat down on the edge and pulled me demandingly onto his lap.

I sat on top of him with my legs apart and again we lost each other in a kiss so passionate that the whole world around us no longer seemed to exist. I really forgot everything and for this magical moment there was only him and me... and his hardness, which I suddenly felt embarrassed and pressing against my middle beneath me.

"You okay?" he whispered, looking up at me while I felt the heat in my cheeks and nodded in agreement. He seemed to realize right away that this was all new to me, though, and smiled at me while brushing a strand of my hair away from my face.

"Sleep?" he finally asked and even though my lips were no longer on his I could still taste him and licked my lower lip slightly provocatively which put an expression on his face that made me laugh out of sheer excitement.

"You're a little provocateur," he laughed too and lifted me off his lap without much effort to lay me carefully on the couch next to him.

"Sometimes," I admitted, embarrassed, and somehow it was very different with him than with all the other men I'd otherwise met. While there was a constant tension in the air that eclipsed everything else, I didn't get the feeling for a single second that he was only interested in sex.

He really seemed to know what I needed, like he'd known me all my life, and so it was that he lay close to my side and naturally pulled me to his chest, which I immediately sought out snuggled up for security.

As if we had never done anything else...

"Sleep tight, butterfly," he breathed, half yawning, and I lifted my head, slightly confused, but he had already closed his eyes and I didn't care for the nickname. I preferred to focus on how calmly his heart was beating beneath me and how gently his hand stroked my back while the other rested firmly with mine on his lower abdomen.

I wished that night had never ended and no matter how hard I tried to stay awake to savor every second, I couldn't make it much longer and fell asleep with his scent in my nose.

With a smile on my face for the first time in days.