The New life. Part four.

Feeling the unpleasant smell of meat and something else that strongly resembled the smell of blood and urine, Adelard decided that covering his nose would be too disrespectful to all the inhabitants of this street. But when a woman poured a dark brown mixture with a horrible smell on his shoes, Adelard just couldn't contain his urges to vomit. The day was ruined. Bending down, he tried to let the contents of his stomach out as quietly as possible, but the pain that was in his stomach made him make a sound. Wiping his mouth with his hand, he closed his eyes. His heart was beating very fast, he was ready to cry. After all, he had been afraid of vomiting and nausea since he was a child. He could endure anything but vomiting, which always left him powerless.

"Adelard? What are you doing here?" Celeste's voice made him forget the puddle that was left behind.

"I came to see you," he said, convinced that she was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Celeste, holding a basket of dirty laundry, looked too tired again. This only brought terrible pain to Adelard's heart.

"Why do you keep washing other people's things? You know you can use everything I have, don't you? Why do you go on living like this? You're my fiancée. I don't want you to live like that."

"Adelard, I'm not used to it. I'm used to earning money by my own labor. And I don't think I'll ever get used to having you in my life. I love you very much, though."

"Let's go home," Adelard said, snatching the heavy basket from her hands.

A thin door that could break at any minute closed, leaving the whole world behind. In the dark room, where it was still winter itself, Adelard threw the basket to the floor and hugged Celeste sharply. In his arms, she seemed to disappear. Those arms were a fortress, a wall, wings.

"I've missed you. Celeste, let's get married as soon as possible. I'm tired of waiting, of being alone. I want you to live in my house, to be my queen. I don't want to wake up alone anymore."

"You're in such a hurry. Are you sure you won't regret it?" she asked, pressing him hard against the cold wall. Her touch was different than before. Adelard suddenly felt some kind of vibration, some kind of energy somewhere in his mind. But he hadn't realized that the feeling was only down there, where no one had ever been before. Not even himself.

"I'm sure of everything. How can I doubt my love?" he asked before she put her hand down.

"Wait, what do you want to do?"

"You're so beautiful, so sweet. You know about that?" Celeste asked in a whisper.

Shivers, chills, dizziness, and tension took hold of Adelard's pure soul.

"You've never done this before, have you?" she asked, this time moving her hand somewhere.

Adelard closed his eyes, ashamed, but still unable to say anything. He just nodded his head like a diligent student.

She made Adelard make an indecent sound and only then kissed him. "You're so sweet," she said and took his hand. The only thing ahead of them was the bed. Adelard was already guessing how this was going to end. And to tell you the truth, he didn't want to rush at all. After all, this was the last thing he wanted in his life. But to refuse Celeste would not have been kind. So he just sat down on the bed, feeling the gentle kisses on his neck.

"Adelard, you're just perfect," she whispered, pulling off his jacket. "Wait, we're getting married soon, aren't we? Can't we do this later? After the wedding?" Adelard asked.

"You're just like a girl. I didn't know you were so old-fashioned. Are you serious? You really don't want what absolutely every man on the planet wants?"

"I just love you and with my love comes respect for you. I wouldn't want to ruin your pure name."

"You're impossible. But I don't think I can stop. Monsieur, you have no way out of this situation."

He didn't know what to do and so, he just did whatever Celeste was doing. He kissed her tenderly, he hugged her and when he was on his back, he couldn't do anything else. All the love, the tenderness disappeared the moment Celeste began to move, reminiscent of all the movements of a flower in the wind. But instead of gentle feelings, something else came to Adelard. And that other thing was desire.

Her skin smelled sweet. That smell made him lose himself, lose everything. Her small face, her thin arms, her thin waist, it was all his new madness. And when he felt a rush of strength, he picked her up and pressed her against the soft pillow. Her hair, wet with sweat, touched her face, her slightly open mouth. And as he began to move, she turned into a violin that composed the music of love. Her voice and her breath spoke the language of her heart. And with each sound, Adelard became eager.

"Adelard. Adelard," she whispered over and over again.

"I love you. I love you, I love you!" Adelard repeated. And then, something made him shudder.

Falling face down on the pillow, Adelard felt like the most terrified and yet happiest person in the whole world.

"Is this your first time?"

"Yes."

"I don't believe you."

"What? Why?" Adelard asked as if his feelings and honor had been deeply hurt.

Celeste asked, "Do you even know what times it is?"

Adelard looked at her thoughtfully.

"If this is your first time, you couldn't stand it that long. Adelard, are you sure you've never had anyone before?"

"I swear. Celeste, all my life, I never even thought about women."

"What about men?" she asked suddenly.

"What? Of course not! I was born only for you. Believe me. I'm not lying."

Stroking his head, she smiled and kissed his hand. "You're a smart boy. I'm just kidding. You're so sweet when you're angry. But still, you're just the perfect man in every way."

Hugging her tightly, Adelard closed his eyes. His strong, yet slender body, with its graceful arms, became a fortress behind which any woman would feel happiest.

"I love you," Celeste said, hugging him back.

Two bodies, two souls, two hearts, and that was enough to make the universe believe in the existence of soul mates.