Do you want me to stop? {3}

Cole gathered in the secret room and when there he slides the box which contained the hundreds of objects and photos he obsessively kept there.

He took the third letter and read it out after taking a deep breath.

'Dear Cole,

Your scent is still on me, and if I could I'll never wash it because I love how I smell after last night.

As I write this letter, my hand is still trembling and my mouth had dried.

I always knew that I feel too much, each emotion hits me at least ten times stronger than any other person.

Yesterday night you invited me to your house in the hills after a two hours drive.

That house was the biggest and the best cottage house I had ever seen.

It seemed to come out of a fairytale book.

I noticed there was little to no furniture so I asked you why you didn't set all the adornments and furnish yet.

You smiled as if I was asking the silliest question in the world and in a deep breath you answered:

'I don't like to furnish what doesn't belong to me.'

'What?'

'This is your Claire. I bought it so that we can come back here every since in a while.'

A house that big was probably worth it twice my parents yearly salaries put together.

'Are you sure?' I asked him. I couldn't accept such a big gift even if you were a billionaire.

You kissed me with a deep long kiss that reached my guts and shook my heart.

The fireplace was lit and I could hear it cracking lightly as our lips melted together.

My hand inadvertently set on your chest and I felt a hard surface awaking a fire desire in the deepest bottom of my stomach.

I wanted you and I loved you like I never loved anyone else.

My breath grew heaven's and my gaze burned in yours.

You were still, waiting for me to continue the movement and probably making sure I'd give you full consent.

My body turned hot, as hot as the fireplace behind us, and just like that my quandary turned into courage and my hands grabbed the corners of your shirt and took it off.

'Are you sure?' you asked me to paint.

I nodded, 'I do.'

Your kisses slowly evolved in the passionated phase, covering my neck with longing passion.

Until you slowly began unbuttoning my shirt.

And then I stopped.

I froze for some unknown reason, I love you too much to stop but that was a sudden reaction from my body.

My muscles clenched in reluctance and you immediately stopped.

'I-I'm sorry.'

I said.

You kissed me again to soften my worry, 'love, it's fine.'

'I feel ugly.' I confessed.

You shook your head and frowned, unable to decipher the significance of my words. Did I say that?

Yes, I did, because that was the truth, Cole, I did feel ugly.

'You're beautiful, the most beautiful and sweet woman I had ever seen.'

I didn't believe you.

I shook my head and my eyes filled with tears.

I swallowed down and with a surge of courage, which I usually lack I slowly undressed. Firstly I removed my shirt and dropped it on the floor.

You stared at me with such a desire, craving to see more, to satisfy your love appetite.

I struggled to hold eye contact with you but I needed it. I needed to see your facial expressions and your gaze to decipher your true emotions.

I didn't like to be stared at, I was afraid you could see all the flaws I hated about myself.

Your eyes' orbits dilated and the smile on your face proved to me that you didn't see any of those flaws. I looked beautiful in the reflection of your eyes. My bra was revealed so I proceeded to remove my skirt as well. It fell to my knee and I kicked it away from my body.

You took a step closer to me and I did the same.

Shivers made me feel cold even if I was standing next to the fireplace.

I had never been looked at like that Cole.

Was I that beautiful?

Your gaze traveled through my body, you remained silent as your facial expression spoke for you, complimenting every inch of my body including my flaws.

So I removed my bra and then my slips, that's when you took another step closer to me.

This time I remained still, waiting for you to reach me in three more steps.

You slowly stretched your hands and rested them on my hips.

Still silence.

Yet our heartbeats were so loud, echoing in our ribcage willing to break out.

You squeezed sweetly my hips and dropped to your knees. I inadvertently held my breath in anticipation of what I thought was going to happen. My muscles clenched and tensed, and my heart skipped a breath.

And you bent down to kiss my ankles, your kisses tickled through my calves then up to my knees, exploring every inch of my body and healing every insecurity of mine with a sweet kiss.

My heart raced, fear was over and I felt stunning, your love made me feel so. Your love was brutally magic to me.

Your kisses reached my right tight, revealing my biggest insecurities, a long scar on my external tight.

I clenched my teeth and complained, "Cole…"

and just where you stopped to look up to me.

As an inadvertent gesture, I moved my hand on my thigh to cover my scar to prevent you from seeing it.

I felt so insecure about it that I was sure that if you saw it you would take back the compliment you made me earlier.

"Do you want me to stop?" You asked me

"No… I don't."

You smiled as you placed a sweet kiss on the palm of my hand, when I felt comfortable enough, I removed my hand and you kissed my scar so sweetly and tenderly that my heart melted.

"I will kiss this scar and your entire body until I will convince you that your body is beautiful."

"I just hate this sc…"

You didn't let me finish and you kissed me deeply right at the center of the sensitive spot where my skin thinned upon the scar.

"I won't allow you to talk like that anymore. You're talking about my girlfriend."

I smiled, in that exact moment, I realized that you were my person, the one I belonged to.

You spent the evening kissing my body entirely until we found each other lying on the floor next to the fireplace. You hugged me from behind and I quietly titled my head on your shoulder.

That day we didn't make love but our souls entwined and fused in a perfect combination. Just you and me.

I closed my eyes and I could feel your heartbeat, somehow adjusting to my heartbeat sharing the same rhythm.

And I silently made a wish.

Please God or whoever the universe belongs to, please never take this man away from me.

Please never let the flame enlighting my heart extinguish.

Just you and me.

Your loved one,

Claire.'