Undeniably Yours (Torn, #3.5)(30)

I felt it…

In her kisses, I drowned, basking in her love. With every fiber in me, I knew that she felt the same as I did because this feeling wouldn’t be as powerful, as perfervid, if it was all one-sided.

Staring into our souls, her eyes led me to a door; a glimpse into what her heart consisted of.

It drew me in, enticing me—spellbinding—to surrender it all... right down to my heart.

Emma…

I was petrified and yet, I knew that it was time.

I leaned over and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead. “Twenty minutes.” I pulled out of her slick, moist channel, groaning loudly when the head came out of her tightened opening and holding back the urge to go for another round.

Helping her out of the bed, I planted her on her soles then gave her a meaningful smile as I slowly moved towards the door, still watching her. I paused before she entered the bathroom and called her out. “Oh, and Emma? To answer your question earlier, I’m not trying. I know I’m in there, just as you are in mine.”

Here we are…

Stepping forward.

We shall see how this story unfolds. I, for one, simply could not wait.





Lemons, you hear? Lots and Lots of Lemons!



“How did you find out about this place?” Emma excitedly exclaimed as she hopped out of the speedboat, landing in shallow water before striding towards the vast lemon grove.

I gathered our things before responding to her. “The locals told me about this place. They suggested that I should take you here for a picnic. The locals are diehard romantics and they want us to explore more of the islands… and each other.” Catching up to her with basket in hand, I then planted a kiss on her forehead.

The older generation believed in love… kismet they said was what I had with Emma. So why waste time with circling around each other, they’d asked.

Certainly. Why waste time indeed, I mused as I haphazardly set up the plaid blanket underneath a lemon tree before I went on my knees, opening the basket.

Emma stood before me, hands on her waist, halting me. “Let’s explore some of the island.”

My adamant muse. I grinned at her before getting up from the blanket. “Sure, let’s see the ruins. I was actually going to suggest that first, but I thought you’d be hungry since you skipped breakfast.” It was a habit that wasn’t beneficial to her. Food was an out of sight, out of mind kind of thing for her, and I didn’t like that one bit. Our work could be beyond tiresome and taxing at most times; I didn’t want her passing out because she lacked nutrition.

“You take such good care of me, Bass. I think I’d die of starvation if you weren’t there, always cooking for me when my stomach growls for some nourishment.”

I frowned at her, wondering why she wasn’t even nibbling on anything. “Are you sure you’re not hungry, though? It’s your favorite BLT sandwich, cold pasta and baklava, amongst other treats.”

“You’re such a worry wart. Should I be worried? I think we got our roles reversed here.” She laughed, clasping my hand with hers as we started to walk towards the other side of the island.

It was a decently sized, deserted place that Aspasia owners used for their lemon orchard. The scent alone was intoxicating, couple that with new memories to be made with Emma and I was a happy camper.

A regular July summer was scorching and today was no different, but the trees and the soft breeze made it bearable and less stifling.

Guiding Emma towards rows and rows of lemon trees, the citrusy smell gave a light and cheery ambiance as we weaved around to get to the ruined theatre.

One of the men named Nikos told me a story about a young man declaring his love for his woman, here on this very island, in this very theatre.

Their said their love lasted until their last breath. When the man died of old age, the wife followed three weeks after, dying of heartbreak.

Now, I wasn’t really into stories like these, but since I needed all the mojo to tell her about my feelings, it simply pushed me to do us both a favor and end my agony.

I didn’t think there was another hardship other than falling in love itself, but Christ, how wrong was I? I hadn’t expected how difficult it was to tell the woman I had spent most summer days and nights with that I was hopelessly in love with her.

There were a lot of instances where I could’ve easily blurted out those three words, yet each and every time, something held me back.

His name always surfaced. Carter.

It could possibly be because I was scared to know if she was still in love with him because, if she still was… I wasn’t sure how I could handle that at all. I mean, we had been mostly inseparable. We had shared everything—from meals to showers—and to imagine her still loving another man while she was with me would seriously eviscerate me, inside and out.

What I felt for her was the real deal. As scary as the thought of it was to me, there was no way other than forward; heartbreak or not. So I had to man up and face the consequences of falling for a woman who might love me.

Emma was worth the risk.

I hoped to God that she was also worth the pain, if this went sour.

When we reached our destination, most of my worries ebbed away and I was like a child on a Christmas morning. The sight of the ruins brought out my fondness and avid curiosity about history, different cultures and art. Descending down the stairs until I reached the time-weathered stage, I was transported to the books I had read about the Mesopotamia, Greek and Roman theatres. One of these days, I was going to drag Dimitris out to explore these Greek ruins with me. The man had become a dear friend after a month of being around each other. The Greek was actually a decent man, a lot like me in many aspects, which surprised me a great deal.