Rain is beautiful

Sara POV

"God, please save me. I do not want to break my hands and legs."

I clung to the beach, trying to catch the lantern before it fell to the ground, but the drum I was standing on lost its balance as I was trying to hang it from an oak tree branch.

My arms hurt. It became too much for me to bear. The constant rubbing with the oak branch was already making my palm burn. I wished someone could come to my aid to prevent my fall. I could not take the pain in my arms any longer, so I closed my eyes out of dread of falling. Instead of the sound of my thud and the pain in my body that I had anticipated, I felt strong arms encircling me to keep me from falling.

"What are you doing here, Aron?" For the first time, I firmly gripped his shoulder. His arms made me feel secure. Otherwise, he would grab hold of me and hurl me onto his bed.

"Sara, could you please explain to me what you are doing up on the oak tree?" He raised his brow at me.

"I was attempting to hang the lantern over there." I placed the lantern on the ground and gestured toward it.

"Oh, let me help you." He gently laid me down and picked up the lantern.

Being only 5 feet, 5 inches tall, I couldn't help but feel envious of his 6 feet, 2 inches.

"Sara, do you need my help?" I stared at him with astonishment.

Am I dreaming, or what? Aron Finge wants to help me. When did he start being so helpful?

"No, Aron, I'll handle it." I didn't want him to invade my privacy. To spend some quality time outside of his stuffy jail and read my favorite book in my spare time, I wanted to build a nice, quiet tree house for myself.

"Please let me help you paint this wall." After he reached for a paintbrush, I gave in to his demands that he paint the tree house. I nodded in agreement as I was already exhausted from working nonstop on backyard décor.

The transformation of his garden from a scary Halloween theme to a fairytale theme. Once I finished cleaning, I set the vases along the edge of my tree house's pathway. I removed all of the old furniture from the storeroom because I needed it for my tree house. I constructed this tree house out of repurposed materials: old doors and plywood beds.

Since the lower branch of the oak tree isn't as high as the other branches, I had no trouble building the hut there. Oak leaves encircle the cabin from all three sides, and I climbed inside using a wooden hanging ladder that was hung outside. I constructed a tiny room out of tin and vintage glass windows beneath the tree house. I added some new touches to my tin house by repurposing an old coffee table and sofa.

"Sara, how's it looking?" He questioned me with excitement.

"Oh my god, this is amazing. You are very skilled in painting." Surprised, I turned to face him.

He painted the wall of the tree home, overlooking the sea. The colors he chose to paint the hut were very stunning.

We had fun together for the first time. I'm not sure why, but when I saw him lost in a painting, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. I glanced up at his face. When he smiles, his gorgeous appearance increases. He looks even better with his sleeves folded up and his light beard.

"Sara, please move." He yelled to warn me, but I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I disregarded him.

A paint basket fell out of his grasp, causing the paint to spill all over my face and clothes.

"Aron, I will kill you." With a paintbrush, I applied paint to his white shirt.

"Sara, it's Armani." When he saw the stain on his shirt, he sent me a furious look.

"So what?" I created a fresh stain on his shirt and shrugged.

"Do you truly believe that you can paint me with ease and that I will not avenge your actions?" In an aggressive move, he painted my entire body while grabbing my hand.

The sensation of his proximity made my heart race. He put his hand around my waist to paint it, and I closed my eyes to suppress the butterflies in my stomach. Suddenly, there was a spark in my body as he pressed his lips against mine. I could not resist giving in to his tender kisses since they always lit a fire within me. I had to break our kiss because of the intense rain and lightning in the sky.

"Take me into the house, Aron, please. Rain terrifies me." Fearing for my safety, I murmured into his ear. The sight of pouring rain brought back memories of my early years.

"Relax; you don't have to be afraid of rain." He gently patted me on the back.

"Look at the rain; it's so lovely." He reached his hand outside the window, felt a raindrop, and inhaled deeply to experience the damp soil smell.

I opened my eyes when he splattered some drops on my face. He gestured for me to peek out the tree window at the house. The sight of rainwater trickling down oak leaves is quite lovely. I shuddered as soon as I felt the chilling wind on my body. He rested his head on my shoulder and hugged me from behind. I didn't try to take his head off my shoulder; instead, I was at ease just being around his warmth.

Even more frightened, I buried my face in his crook as a terrifying lightning bolt sounded out of nowhere. Rather than asking me about my fear, he consoled me with a pat on the back. I was taken aback by his concerned behavior. He never acted in such a manner. He touched me solely to satisfy his hunger, so why is he so gentle with me?

"Sara, I want to bathe with you." He spoke softly into my ear.

Oh, the monster Aron Finge returns. I am already pondering how he can transform so abruptly, only to revert to his original appearance. I glanced at him bewildered and lifted my face off his shoulder. Surprisingly, I failed to detect any desire in his eyes. This time, his expression was one of pure joy.

"Come on, let's bathe in the rain." Excited, he jumped from the tree house and grabbed my hand.

Playing in the rain is fun for us. I had the feeling that, upon seeing him, he was someone else, not Aron Finge, with whom I am contractually married. This man isn't fueled by desire; instead, he appears to relish life to the fullest and longs to indulge his inner kid by engaging in wild activities, much like me.

Every time I heard the sound of frightening lightning in the sky, he took hold of my hand and hid my head in his arms. For the first time in my life, I relished the rain's beauty rather than being afraid of it. Is Aron the one who sees through my composed façade and knows my deepest, unspoken fears? Seeing his protectiveness, I questioned myself.