He offered for me to sit down on the bed, and I took it. When I was seated, he sat down next to me with an expression that was a mix of confusion and worry.
"What's wrong?" Ismael asked.
"I feel bad," I told him, staring down at my feet.
"About what?" He questioned.
"You do all of these things for me. I'm not a materialistic kind of woman, and yet you've bought and made me many things to try and win my affections," I replied, not looking at him. "The truth is, you didn't have to do all of that for me."
"What do you mean?" He now looked more confused than worried.
"I like you, Ismael. I have since the night that Lily forced us on that fake date, I just didn't want to admit it because I didn't want to get hurt again," I admitted, candidly with tears begging to be released at the memory of Vulmar.
He gently cups my face in his warm hands and I look into his eyes as tears began to flow from mine. Even though I could barely see through the tears, I could tell that there was nothing but sympathy in them. He leans forward and plants his full lips onto mine in a loving kiss. My tears seize at his actions as I closed my eyes and accepted it.
He pulls away and smiles at me with a twinkle in his eye. "I'm not Vulmar, Elianna," he said with kindness.
My heartbeat increased at the sound of him saying my name because it's a rarity that he addresses me by it.
"I know that you are not a materialistic woman. I bought and made you those things because they would make you happy, and that's all I want for you," he continued, looking down at me. "I've noticed that you haven't touched your book for some time now, why is that? You love writing."
I could feel my cheeks burning up from embarrassment. "Writer's block, I suppose," I reply, shyly.
He gave me another smile, and it was at this point where he had a chance to notice what I was wearing. "You look very beautiful in the dress," he complimented, making me blush even more.
"Thank you," I say, looking down at the floor.
"I mean it." He gently lifts my chin so that he can see my eyes. "You look beautiful in the purest way possible." A smile spreads on my face and he kisses my forehead.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him deeply. He returns the kiss, neither of us wanting to break it. He pulls me into his lap, not breaking the kiss. After a minute or two, we break the kiss and he just holds me. I rest my head on his hard chest and sigh.
This is all I ever wanted in a relationship. To be held and kissed, not just passionately, but lovingly. For there to be meaning behind it and not just lust. Love in its most pure form. I wanted someone who would be there not just when I was at my best, but also when I was at my worst.
I'm in such a relaxed state, that I'm about to fall asleep until Ismael's voice breaks the peaceful silence.
"I love you," he says, looking down at me.
I lift my head and smile. "I love you too." Silence falls upon the room once again. The crickets sing outside the window and the crackling of the wood in the fireplace are the only things that can be heard. I didn't even notice that the sun had set.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" I shyly ask Ismael, not wanting to intrude but also not wanting to be alone.
"Of course, Elianna," he replies, picking me up. I giggle at his action, but apparently, it was loud enough for Lily to hear.
"There better not be any funny business going on!" She shouted from the bottom of the staircase.
"There isn't, I promise!" I reassure her. Ismael sets me down and then grabs my hand, leading me to the center of the room. He slowly spins me around and takes the lead. Some would say that this is cheesy, but I think it's sweet. I love dancing with him. In fact, I would take dancing with him here in his room over anything else. He spins me around again, but I accidentally spin myself a little faster than he intended and slam into him.
"Careful," he says with a charming smile.
"Sorry, I think I got a little carried away," I reply returning the smile.
"Aww how cute," Lily says from the doorway with a stupid grin.
"Are you happy now?" I asked her since she basically forced me to gush out my feelings.
"Very." The amount of sass in her voice made me want to ring my hands around her neck. On the other hand, I'm glad she forced me to spill my emotions about Ismael to him because I've never been happier.
"I came up to let you two know that dinner is ready, unless you two want some more private time," she teased, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Ew, no!" I reply scrunching my nose in disgust.
Ismael chuckled. "We'll be down in a minute, Lily." She nods and heads back downstairs.
"Shall we?" I nod and follow him downstairs. We enter the dining room and take our seats at the table. Lily entered the room and placed our meal on the table.
"Potato soup, my favorite!" I exclaim excitedly, taking at least three scoups of it and placing them into my bowl.
"Leave some for the rest of us," Ismael commented, grabbing a scoup for himself and Lily did the same.
"Well, I'm glad you two are finally together because I'm not sure how much longer I was going to be able to tolerate the awkward tension between you two," Lily stated, shoving a spoonful of soup into her mouth.
"Was it that obvious?" I cringed, eating another spoonful of soup. Lily nodded in confirmation.
"But, that's all in the past now; maybe we'll laugh about it years from now," she joked.
We finished our meal and Lily volunteered to wash the dishes, so Ismael and I decided to retire early. I walked into my room and changed into my PJs. After that, I strolled into Ismael's room and he was getting the bed ready. I took light-footed steps towards him and hug him from behind. He turns around and smiles at me, returning the hug and kissing my forehead.
"Ready for bed?" He asks and I nod. I crawl into bed and roll over to face him. He takes his shirt off and crawls into bed, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me flush against him. "good night, love," he says, kissing my hair.
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