A Kiss For Your Freedom
Chapter 11

- I ruined the atmosphere a bit, that's it.

- On the contrary, I am happy to learn more about you. Really happy.

-And you, do you want to tell me about yourself? Tell me about your family.

I tense up for a short moment. This simple word brings back a sharp pain in my chest. Immediately I see her put her hand to her heart, gasping for breath.

- I'm sorry, I said, putting down my plate. I'm sorry, it's just me, I didn't think it would be so strong.

"How can he hurt you like that?" she said breathlessly.

- A few years ago, I fell in love with a woman. It almost seemed like a no-brainer between us, like we were made for each other. At first everything was wonderful, but there was an accident so to speak and she died. I thought I would never be able to smile again, I thought my heart was dead. I thought hell was opening beneath my feet when I lost him, it lasted a long, long time. Then I dropped everything to come here. I thought I could turn the page, replace myself, except that even lost in the middle of nowhere, it wasn't enough to bring me back to life. Do you remember my musician friend at the festival?

- I remember, yes.

- It was he who insisted that I come. He told me that I was slowly dying, a little more every day and he was right. And when I thought there would never be any light for me again, you came along and changed everything in the blink of an eye. With you, I felt alive for the first time in a long time, it was like my heart was beating again, like I was finally breathing.

- I feel the same. I thought my heart would never beat like it does when I'm in your arms. I love how you make me feel, I love how alive I feel with you.

- I'm sorry for the pain you felt my dear, I didn't mean to hurt you.

- I know and I understand that it hurts you. We always suffer when we lose a loved one but at least I am happy to know that I am doing you as much good as you can do me.

- You have no idea how good you make me feel.

- I'll let you show it to me, once we've finished eating and you've shown me around your workshop. I admit that I can't wait to see what you do. I even think I would like to see you do it.

- Really? However, there is nothing very exciting about it. It's probably very different from what you do.

- You're kidding, I'm just highlighting the talent of others, you have f*****g talent. Your furniture is magnificent, it tells a story, it is almost alive. You are very talented, really very talented. And I want to see what you do, I really want to.

- In that case, I'll show you my world.

She stands up, holding out a hand to me, obviously she doesn't want to wait and I want her to keep smiling. We leave everything there and I lead her outside or take her across the garden before bringing her into my workshop.

She will surely replace it chaotic, it must be said that she is the first to enter. I have several projects going on all over the place. A piece of furniture for a living room, a coffee table, as well as a sideboard. But that's not what interests her, she comes forward and goes to the back of the workshop to see the statue that I sculpted for my personal pleasure.

She places her fingers on it as if she were caressing it. It's a Wolf. A Wolf on a rock howling as if calling on the moon for help. In my mind she is a Wolf full of despair and sadness, I wonder if she sees the same thing. She walks around the sculpture, observing it while touching it. I let her do it, let her make it her own.

- It's magnificent, as if you had managed to capture a precise movement, a particular moment between pain and hope.

I am slightly surprised by what she tells me, by the way she interprets things, as if she manages to see something that I myself had not detected.

- Continue my dear, I'm listening to you.

- It's as if you had managed to engrave the particular moment when, although you thought for a long time that your past was too heavy, you managed to free yourself from it to finally see the future, to finally realize that perhaps, The best is yet to come, because we never know what tomorrow may bring us. This sculpture is magnificent, truly magnificent.

I approach her to take her in my arms. These words have more meaning than she thinks, I started this sculpture after meeting her, so it's normal that she sees her inspiration in it, she is my light, my lighthouse end of this hell in which I have sunk for too long. - Not as much as you, my dear, I can guarantee that, I said, placing my lips on the base of her neck.

- I love it when you do that, she said, leaning her back against my chest.

-I will do it as much as you want.

- So you're not ready to stop, handsome brunette, she said, laughing softly.

I love hearing him laugh, the sound is so sweet, so pure that every time, my heart skips a beat. I tighten my arms around his waist to enjoy it a little more. To savor the tenderness of this moment. She is surely closer to discovering the truth than she imagines, the simple fact that she headed directly towards this statue proves it. Little by little, she feels attracted to my world, which doesn't displease me.

Those fingers caress my arms as she inhales deeply. She feels good in my arms, and I feel good with her.

- You could almost believe that he is alive, she said a little lower. It's so realistic.

- I'm delighted to see that you like what I do.

- You surprise me. It's truly remarkable. I had never seen such detailed work. We feel that you put a lot of passion into this work.

-It's probably because I was thinking of you while I did it.

- It's true, she asks, turning around to face me.

- I would never lie to you, my dear. Never, I said, capturing those lips.

His arms go around my neck as one of my hands slides through his hair. The way we manage to let ourselves go with each other continues to surprise me, it may not have been intended for me, but it was made for me. Emma's POV

As our kiss gains intensity, I no longer feel any pain coming from him, on the contrary, it's soft, tender, so good that I can only let myself go into these arms. Finally, we don't come out of his workshop until much later, when our bodies are finally full. Our plates have been cold for a while now, but it doesn't bother us that much.

At the end of the weekend, my body is exhausted but my mind is peaceful and free. This contrast makes me smile as I slip into bed completely exhausted. He sticks to me and takes me in his arms before kissing my shoulder.

- This weekend was magical, I said, turning slightly towards him.

"I think so too," he said, caressing my cheek. We could spend our entire weekend here, he said slightly hesitantly.

- I'm for handsome brown. Absolutely for it. Honestly, I don't even want to leave tomorrow morning, but if I don't go back to work, my sister is going to send all the police in the world after me.

- I admit that I don't want to let you go either, but I don't really want to see an army of cops coming here, he said, laughing. But I can drop you off at your job tomorrow morning and pick you up in the evening so we can spend the evening at your place. - Very good idea, I said before kissing him tenderly. It seems like we are incapable of leaving each other for very long, handsome brunette.

- It seems like we really don't want to, my dear.

I snuggled closer to him, closing my eyes. He's right, I don't want to be far from him. I want to stay in these arms for a while longer. I fall asleep before I even know it, locked in a protective cocoon that I don't want to escape.

I open my eyes under the caress of these kisses on my neck, a sweet smell of coffee floats in the air. It's so nice, that I keep closing my eyes just to enjoy this moment a little more.

-- Hello pretty.

Just his voice is too crisp. I feel myself smile before answering him.

- Hello handsome brunette. I love the way I woke up, plus you made the coffee. You're really great, I said without losing my smile.

- Just to see you smile like that, I would continue. You are beautiful you know, really beautiful.

These lips rest on the back of my neck as a rush of heat invades me.

- I have nothing against keeping you captive a little longer, but I don't want to have all the police in the world outside the door while we're in bed, he said, nibbling me lightly.

-And you make it look so easy, don't you.

- Otherwise we'll finish the job.

- It's true that I never did that to my sister on Monday when she was sick, I said, laughing. How much time do we have left?

- Not enough for everything I want to do to you, my dear. It's going to be a long day, but I promise I'll make up for it tonight.

- I trust you, I said, rolling onto my back before kissing him.

What's going on between us. The ease we have in interacting together is almost disconcerting. He manages to give me enough confidence so that I think about it as little as possible, but if it had gone further, I think that's what could have happened between us. A slight pain crosses my chest but his smile erases it and these lips make me forget it. When I'm in his arms, it's like nothing else has existed before him.

We have breakfast chatting about everything and nothing, as if we've been doing this for years, as if we've always done this. He tells me about his future working day and I about mine and when the time comes to get on his motorbike, I must say that I am quite satisfied to replace myself pressed against him. I think I'm going to get a taste for these motorcycle trips.