Some Sweetness

Some sweetness

You were in the kitchen cooking dinner for Billy and yourself. He had to come home from work any minute. You hardly saw each other all week due to the workload. Today you managed to leave work early and decided to cook something delicious for your boyfriend.

Suddenly you heard the front door open. You looked in the doorway and saw that Billy came home.

“Hey baby,” you said, smiling at him, “in 5 minutes, dinner will be ready,” you said and went back to cooking, trying to finish it faster. Billy didn't say anything to you, which made you frown. Suddenly you felt Billy's hands on your waist, he pressed against you from the back and buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Hey, what's wrong?” You asked softly, stroking Billy's hands.

“It's been a damn long day,” Billy said to your neck and began to shower her with kisses. Then he turned you around to face him and passionately kissed you on the lips, trying to express with this kiss how he missed you, how he missed you. You answered the kiss and ran your fingers through his hair, pulled softly on them. Billy moaned on your lips and smiled, "I missed you," he said, and pressed his forehead to yours.

“I missed you too,” you said with a smile. You stood there for a while, just enjoying each other's company.

- we need to eat, - after a while you said, - you need to eat, - you added, - baby, you look exhausted.

- A lot of work at the office, I'll be fine, - he slightly smiled, - I'm already fine when you're next to me, - he added again, hugging you to him.

This evening, for the first time in a long time, you spent together, not looking up from each other

One of those days

It was one of those days. You weren't in the mood. All you wanted was to lie on the couch, watch the melodrama and cry. Ben, your boyfriend, has worked hard over the past few weeks and you missed him. Which did not add points to your good mood.

You texted to Ben, hoping that at least today you will be lucky and Ben will spend this evening with you, but you were very disappointed very quickly: Ben wrote that he would come late today, he is at some event. At first you wanted to behave like a child and be offended, but you stopped yourself. You are an adult. And if you are sad, then these are your problems.

Ben saw that something was wrong with you for several days. He tried to understand what was happening to you, but every time you said that everything was all right with you.

All your attempts to do something productive today have failed, so you grabbed a can of ice cream from the fridge, sat down on the couch, wrapped yourself in a blanket, and played a movie.

In the middle of the movie you heard the front door open. You were absorbed in the movie that the sound of the opening door scared you and you flinched. You turned your tear-stained face towards the sound. First you saw a beautiful bouquet and then a smiling Ben. But as soon as Ben looked at your face, the smile immediately disappeared from his face.

“Baby, what happened?” He exclaimed worriedly and quickly walked up to you, holding the bouquet in his hands. You wanted to get up and go to meet him, but did not have time. In a moment Ben was next to you. He knelt down to see your face better. He laid the bouquet beside you.

You were amazed at what was happening, so you did not immediately answer him.

- Honey, why are you crying? Is something hurting you? Why didn't you call me?, - he spoke quickly and you did not know which question to answer first. You did not expect him and you were sure that you will fall asleep again today alone. But here he was, with you, anxiety was clearly expressed on his face.

- Ben, I'm fine, really ... - you began to say, but he interrupted you.

“If you were okay, you wouldn't cry,” he said seriously, “but now the truth, please.

“It's true ... something like that. I`m not hurt, It`s just… I don’t know, I’m sad and, ”you smiled faintly and looked away from Ben’s worried eyes,“ sorry, this is all nonsense, I’m fine. What are you doing here? I didn't think you'd come today - you wanted to distract him, but of course you didn't succeed.

“Hey,” he said, and took hold of your chin with one hand and turned your head toward him, “look at me. If something upset you, then it's not stupid. I'm worried about you. Please, talk to me, ” he said in a quite tone, and he of the love and tenderness with which he looked at you, you again wanted to cry. Instead of answering, you snuggled up to him, hugged him tightly by the neck and pressed your face to his neck.

- Hey, baby ... - Ben said a little confusedly, but he pressed you to him and began stroking your hair and back. You sat like that for several minutes. Ben took your time and gave you time to collect your thoughts.

- It's just one of those days, you know, - you said to him in the neck, - I'm just tired, I guess. And I miss you very much, - you admitted and pressed closer to him, - you work so hard that I very rarely see you. But I didn't say anything, because I see how you enjoy what you do.

You felt bad about confessing to him because you didn't want him to give up what he likes to do for you.

He moved away from you and looked into your eyes, taking your face in his hands.

- You are important to me, you know right ?, - he seriously asked, looking into your eyes, - I love you.

- Yes, I know of course, but ... - you began, but he again did not let you finish.

- No "but". What if I didn't tell you how I feel? Didn't tell you about when something bothers me? What would you do? ” He asked sternly.

You thought for a moment.

- I would be angry with you because I love you. And you can tell me about everything ... - and then you realized that you still behaved like a child. You trusted Ben completely and knew that he would always support you and not condemn you., - but ..., - you quickly continued, trying to soften Ben, - since I love you very, very much, and you are very sweet, I could not be angry with you for a long time, ”you said, smiling shyly.

Ben laughed and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Very very cute?” He asked with a grin.

“Very much,” you whispered back and pressed your lips to his, after which you asked him, “how did you end up here? Why did you come?

- I finished my business earlier, because I wanted to be next to you faster. I miss you too. ” He kissed you again. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged at it. Ben moaned on your lips and pressed you against the couch, deepening the kiss, but then you felt something rested on your back. You laughed a little and moved aside.

“What…,” Ben began, but laughed and moved away from you when he saw that you were trying to get the bouquet, which you almost crushed.

- He is very beautiful, thanks, - you smiled, sniffed the bouquet and looked at Ben again, - I’m sorry, please forgive me.

“Only for a kiss,” he said in a stern voice, but his eyes sparkled with humor.

You kissed him tenderly on the cheek and laughed when you saw how funny Ben wrinkled his nose.

- It’s not what I had in mind ...

“You should say more precisely what you want,” she said happily and went to put the bouquet in a vase.

“I’d better show you what I want… all night,” Ben said in a hoarse voice and walked towards you. Your bad mood is long gone.

Tough day

The last few weeks at work have been tough for Billy. New contracts, important clients, regular meetings. And, it seemed, every little thing demanded Billy's attention, so he was tense lately. You managed to see each other, but these were rare, short moments. You were not happy about this, but you understood that now Billy needs your support, although he will never admit it. He was not used to sharing his experiences, because he considered it a manifestation of weakness, but you had a different opinion about this.

Billy tried to spend every free minute with you, but now he rarely succeeded. When you were around, he felt calm, as if at home. At least that was how he imagined the house. The place where he is expected, loved and always supported. Billy knew that he could trust you, but he believed that he should protect you, even from the whole world, if necessary, because he cherished you. Therefore, he did not tell you about his problems, and you have not yet dared to insist.

Having managed to complete all the plans in the morning, you decided to visit Billy, at least for a couple of minutes. You went to his favorite cafe and bought him an apple pie. You knew that food like that wasn’t suitable for lunch, but Billy loves apple pie, and you wanted to please him. Billy rarely got mad at you unless you seriously screw up. And you hoped that your presence at his work would not give him problems today.

You walked into the Anvil building and went straight to Billy's office. Entering the room, you saw Jessica, Billy's secretary. You weren't intimately familiar, but she knew who you were.

“Hi Jess,” you said with a smile. She looked tired and the table was littered with papers. She looked up at you with tired eyes and smiled faintly.

- Hey! How do you? Sorry, but Billy is at the meeting ... - then you both heard your boyfriend's angry voice coming from the next room. From what you heard, it became clear that one of his subordinates made a serious mistake.

Then the door of the meeting room was thrown open, Billy came out and began to address Jessica in a loud voice. Billy looked angry.

- Jessica, where are papers on Mr. Stevens' ?!

You both jumped at the harsh sound. As soon as Billy's eyes rested on you, surprise flashed across his face.

- Y / N, what are you doing here? Something happened?

You cleared your throat and said:

- Sorry to distract you. I would like to talk to you. Will you take a few minutes for me?

Anxiety flashed in his gaze, and he examined you from head to toe before answering.

“Jessica, take the papers on Mr. Stevens's to the meeting room and tell them I'll be back soon. And tell them to re-read the documents before my arrival and understand what the hell they are talking about.

Jess nodded and quickly ran to her desk for the papers.

“Come to my office,” Billy told you, and you followed him.

As soon as you entered his office, Billy closed the door and turned sharply to you.

- So what happened? Are you okay? I didn’t receive any calls or messages from you today, and you didn’t say that you would come to me… - while he was talking, you hugged Billy tightly and pulled him to you. You wanted to take away all his stress, all his stress. Billy was like a taut string about to break.

- Do not be mad at me, please, I did not want to disturb you - you kissed him on the chin - I know that you are now having a difficult period at work and everyone needs your attention, but I was worried about you, so I just wanted to visit you and make sure you're okay.

- Are you worried about me? Billy said quietly, and he hugged you back.

You frowned and said:

“Of course I was worried about you. How could it be otherwise? I hope I didn't bother you too much, but you look like you need a break.

Billy pulled back slightly, looked into your eyes and said:

- How did I deserve you?

You smiled back and said:

- You probably did something very good in your past life.

Billy laughed softly and pressed his lips to yours. You pressed closer to him, and you involuntarily escaped a groan of pleasure.

“And that's not all…” you muttered, “I'm sure you haven't eaten anything, and as far as I know, sugar helps to think better, so…,” you took a pie out of your bag and handed it to him.

“Is that for me?” Billy took the cake from your hands and looked at you with disbelief, as if you decided to make fun of him.

- Of course, silly, who else? - you laughed, - besides, he is very sweet. You'll like it.

Billy looked at you and his eyes flashed with dangerous fire.

- I know another sweet thing that I want to try.

“Billy!” You exclaimed, but at the thought of his tongue between your legs your body was on fire.

He laughed and walked to his table

“Will you keep me company?” He asked, taking a pie out of the box and handing you one piece.

“Don't you need to go back to the meeting?” You asked, puzzled.

“I’m the boss,” Billy said with a smile, taking a bite of the pie, “besides, I need a break for a few minutes, otherwise I’ll kill them all. They need to be more responsible about their work or they will quickly lose it. I need professionals, not amateurs.

While Billy was eating, you got an idea. You didn’t think about it for a long time, fearing that you would get cold feet and change your mind, but you always wanted to do it.

- You're too tense, dear, - you said, went to the door and closed the door on the lock. Then you slowly approached Billy, who was sitting on the couch and looked at you attentively, - if you want, I can help you ..., - you said quietly and knelt down in front of him.

Billy's face was filled with excitement, but he seemed to be trying to control himself.

Then you ran your palm over his crotch and squeezed his cock through his pants.

Billy sighed sharply and said:

- Baby, you shouldn't ...

“I know,” you cut him off, “but this is what I have been thinking about for a long time and ... you don’t want me to ?,” you asked quietly and looked uncertainly into his eyes. You weren’t experienced in sex too much, but with Billy, you became more confident. Sometimes it just seemed to you that you weren't enough for him, that he could find someone better. But as soon as such thoughts appeared in your head, Billy immediately convinced you otherwise.

- God, of course, I want this, - he said confidently, took your face in his hands and leaned towards you, - I just want you to be sure that you want it.

You smiled and kissed him.

“I’m sure,” you smiled, “besides, you and I don’t want you to explode from the tension, right?” You winked at Billy and began to unbutton his pants.

- I can control myself very w ... - he began, but as soon as you pulled his cock out of your pants and ran your tongue over the head of the cock, his hips involuntarily twitched, and you laughed softly.

“You were saying ...,” you said, looking at Billy again. His eyes burned with fire, his lips are compressed, his breathing quickened.

You wanted to quickly relieve Billy's tension, so you drew your tongue along the entire length of the penis several times, then took it in your mouth and began to suck.

“My good girl,” Billy muttered and moaned softly.

Billy put his hand on your head, grabbing your hair and began to guide you. Billy's moans intensified and you felt his cock throbbing in your mouth.

“Baby,” Billy said in a low voice, “if you don’t want me to ...

You looked up at him, momentarily looked up from his cock and said

- Cum in my mouth, Billy. I want to taste everything of you

You again took his cock in your mouth and continued to suck, not taking your eyes off Billy's eyes.

In a moment, you felt Billy come with a groan in your mouth. His head is thrown back, his eyes are closed. You licked his cock clean, then zipped up his pants and sat on the couch next to Billy. Now he was relaxed and you were happy.

“Are you feeling better?” You asked him. Billy pulled you close and kissed you passionately on the lips.

- You can not even imagine.

- I am glad, - you giggled,- Well, I think I'll go… - you said. You wanted to get up and walk to the door so Billy could get back to his work, but he wouldn't let you and pulled you closer to him.

“Stay with me for a few more minutes,” he muttered into your hair.

You sat there for a while, after which Billy still had to return to his duties. But he promised you that he will come home early today and this time you will moan.

The truth

You were in your chambers in the Small Palace. It was past midnight, but you couldn't close your eyes. You couldn't get your thoughts in order. You needed to tell him the truth. The truth about yourself, about him, about you. But how to do that? How to tell Alexander that you were his wife, who died many years ago before his eyes?

While you were trying to calm your nerves, the memories of your meeting with Alexander, your life with him, your life with him in this century at least began to surface in your memory.

You met General Kirigan a few months ago. You were the Sun Summoner he was looking for. After an urgent request (not a request) of the General, you moved to the Small Palace and began to train under the watchful supervision of the General himself. You did not succeed in everything but over time you became stronger. Which could not but rejoice Kirigan.

You often caught his eye on you but you never allowed yourself to take any action. But nevertheless, a pleasant shiver went through your body every time General Kirigan was next to you. When he touched you during your training, even if at that time he knocked you down and you fell to the ground in front of him, not at all like a lady.

Two weeks ago, you wandered silently through the night palace, you could not sleep. Passing the General's office, you saw a dim light from his office, the front door was ajar. Without thinking, you quietly opened the door of his office ajar and went inside. Kirigan stood with his back to you, his hands are rested on a work table, on which various papers and cards are scattered. His whole body is tense.

“General…,” you began quietly, “I'm sorry to interfere with you… but… do you need help? You look ... tired. - you called yourself this liberty in relation to him. You couldn't help yourself. Your heart clenched with tenderness at one glance at him.

Kirigan shuddered, freeing himself from his thoughts, and looked at you.

- Y/N ..., - the General muttered quietly, - what? He asked, clearing his throat, pulling himself together again.

“Do you need any help?” You repeated more firmly.

- Help with what? - he asked, carefully examining me. I was wearing a night dress made of light fabric. The fabric was snug against the body.

“Maybe you need a fresh look at the cards?” You offered with a smile, “or just to talk, free your thoughts?

You yourself did not believe that you were saying this to him, but the longer you communicated with the General, the more you were drawn to him.

“Thanks for the offer, Y/N, but I'm fine. It's just too much work. Too much war. People are tired. From war, from death, from losses.

“A war cannot last forever,” you said looking into the General's eyes.

“With your help, my dear Summoner, I hope that the war will end soon,” Kirigan said with tenderness in his eyes. “Now let me escort you to your chambers so that I’m sure that nothing has happened to you,” he said. he with a smile.

You averted your eyes in embarrassment and went to your chambers. Kirigan walked to your left. You just wanted to look at him make sure he was still there, by your side. But you looked at him for too long and, entangled in your own legs, began to fall to the floor, until strong hands grabbed you, keeping you from falling shamefully.

“God, I`m sorry…” you began to justify your awkwardness, trying to think of a reason why you looked at Kirigan for so long, but you couldn't come up with anything.

"It's fine," Kirigan laughed softly, still holding your hand. You rarely heard him laugh. God, he didn't even often allow himself to smile, to really smile, but now it seemed to you that he was finally laughing sincerely, carefree, enjoying ... being with you?

You wanted to free your hand from Kirigan's grip, but he wouldn't let you.

“I wouldn’t want for you to fall,” Kirigan said with a smile. “Otherwise, what kind of General am I to allow one of my best people to put herself in such danger?

You felt your cheeks turn red, but no longer tried to pull your hand and tried to look straight ahead. He walked you to the front door of your chambers, still holding your hand in his. You enjoyed the sensation of his skin close to yours, praying that those moments would last as long as possible.

Stopping in front of your chambers, you felt even more awkward. Will he come to your room? Should you let him? What should you tell him?

While you were trying to say at least something, Kirigan dropped your hand and then gently ran his palm over your cheek. His touch was so gentle as if he believed that you were made of glass and with any careless movement could break in his hands.

“Thank you,” he whispered. In his eyes you saw only tenderness and a hint of ... what? Love? You couldn't even call yourself to dream about it, so that later you would not be left alone with a broken heart.

“For what?” You whispered.

- For worrying about me., - he gently touched his lips to your hand, - and please ... call me Alexander, - he smiled and while you stood, amazed by his words and actions, he turned around and went back towards your office.

On trembling legs you entered your room and this stupid smile appeared on your lips, which you still could not remove. And why did you feel a sharp pain in your head. You fell to your knees, grabbed your head trying to make the pain stop but nothing helped. Memories and images began to pop up in your head. And in these images there was only one person - Alexander. But he looked different. Longer hair, different clothes. It seemed to you that you were looking at it from the outside. Here you see how you walk with Alexander across the field, among the flowers, and he holds your hand. Here you are in the forest, and Alexander helps you collect medicinal herbs. You see your kisses. Your nights full of love. Your wedding. And your vows of eternal love to each other. You try to calm your breathing, calm yourself but the following image appears in your head. Like one of the king's soldiers stabs you in the stomach in front of Alexander. You see, you hear Alexander screaming your name, but you cannot answer him anything. You see the pain and anguish and his eyes that you cannot calm him down, you cannot tell him that everything will be fine. That you love him. And then darkness falls. The last thing you see is Alexander's face painted with pain.

You don't know how much time has passed. When you wake up, you find yourself lying on the floor in your room, wrapping your arms around yourself and trying to stop your sobs.

You are returning to the present again. Two weeks have passed since that day, but you still haven't had the courage to tell Alexander the truth. How will he react? What will he do? What will he say? What if what you tell him will cause him only more pain?

Part 1?

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Silly girl

You started dating Timothee only a month ago. You experienced warm feelings for each other, you were good together, you felt like you were home. But you and Timothee were very different. You were from different backgrounds, with different interests and preferences. But it wasn't a bad thing. You learned a lot from him, and he from you. You shared with each other your stories, your experiences, your hobbies.

Timothee loved being around people. It seemed to you that he always felt confident among them. He was an actor and of course his social life was very active. Regular business meetings. Also a lot of parties. Timothee has often invited you along as his girfriend. You've always been afraid to meet new people. It was stressful for you. Over time, you could overcome your fear a little, but you did not succeed in completely conquering it. But you couldn't refuse Timothee. Especially when he looked at you with sincerity and enthusiasm in his eyes. He sincerely wanted you to be with him. So that he can hold your hand, hug your waist among all these people. He was crazy about you and wanted to show everyone that he belongs to you and you belong to him.

  It was a party about... honestly, you had no idea what it was about. But as soon as you entered a room full of people, you immediately felt anxious. You felt like all eyes were on you. In a bad way. You were wearing a purple dress. It was simple, but you liked it. Even though Timothee held your hand the whole time, you felt like it was getting harder for you to breathe every minute. Every time Timothee introduced you to someone, you felt the eyes of these people burn through you. The way they look at you, then look at Timothee and wonder, "What's a guy like him doing with a girl like her?" You knew that these thoughts were irrational. They are the product of your imagination, you convinced yourself. Timothee has repeatedly told you how much you meant for him, how much he likes you. You haven't said the magic words "I love you" to each other yet. You were in love with him, yes. But you was afraid to say these words first.

While Timothee was talking to some guy named Jake, you excused yourself and went to find another drink. Timothee nodded to you and as you walked, you felt his eyes on you. He's been looking at you all evening. Constantly asking how you feel. You said that everything was fine with you, but it was clear that he did not believe you.

You walked over to the drinks table and grabbed another glass. You looked around the room and the people around you and all you wanted now was to become invisible. Or hide from everyone. You're not used to this. To such people, such an environment. But it was important to Timothee, and he was important to you.

You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you didn't notice Timothee approach you. You don't know if he called you or not, but when you felt him take your hand, you shuddered.

“God!” you said, “Tim. You scared me, - you smiled at him and saw that he was looking at you carefully.

- I'm sorry, baby. Are you okay?

- Of course, I'm f...

"Tell me the truth," he interrupted you, "please."

“What do you mean?” you asked him and honestly tried to sound convincing.

"You know what I mean," he said and moved closer to you. Then he put his hand on your cheek and began to gently stroke your face with his thumb – “you pretend all evening that you are having a good time, but I know that you are not. Your eyes betray you.”

Involuntarily, your eyes began to fill with tears, but you quickly pulled yourself together and wiped away the tear that treacherously rolled down your cheek. As soon as Timothee saw your tears, horror was reflected in his eyes.

“Baby, what…,” he began to say, but this time you didn’t let him finish.

- I`m so sorry, - you quickly began to apologize, avoiding his gaze, - it's just everything is very new to me. I mean all these people, this type of life. I've had anxiety all my life when I'm around strangers, and now it's only gotten worse. I may be acting like a child, but I feel like all these people are looking at me. And on you. When you're with me, hold my hand. It's like they're judging me for being with you. I love to go everywhere with you, but sometimes it's just too much for me. I didn't want to tell you about it because you were so happy and excited. I'm sorry.

When you finished speaking, Timothee held you tight.

“My silly girl,” he said, after which he looked into your eyes, “you should have told me everything at once. Do you think your feelings are not important? Yes, I love it when you go to events with me, I love to always be with you, but the most important thing is how you feel.

"I just…" you started, but he interrupted you again and pressed his lips to yours. After a while, he pulled away from your lips and looked into your eyes.

- Your feelings are important. You are important to me. Don't ever forget that, got it? If you feel that you are not ready to go somewhere or do something, then you immediately tell me about it. So that we can do things together that we both enjoy. The most important thing in a relationship is talking to each other, right? Do you know who told me about this? You,” he smiled tenderly and kissed me on the forehead, “besides,” Timothee whispered in my ear, “you are better than all the people who are here. With you I feel like myself. The rest of you who don't like it can fuck off.

"Thank you," you whispered and nuzzled into his neck.

"My girl," he muttered, and pulled you closer to him. Warmth spread through your body from his words.

- Tim, I like to go everywhere with you, it's just that sometimes it's ... too much, you know? I need a little time to get used to.

- Anything you want. I'll give you whatever you want, - he said sincerely.

“Do you want to leave?” Timothee asked after a couple of moments.

- Honestly? Yes, - you said modestly and smiled slightly. Timothee smiled back at you, took you tightly by the hand and led you to the exit. So that you can spend time just the two of you, away from the whole world.

Сareer obstacle

I dated Timothee for six months. We felt good with each other, he felt me, and I felt him.

I was not an actress, director, producer, I have nothing to do with creative professions. Therefore, sometimes I did not understand some aspects of his work. Some of the suggestions he received. Some jokes. I didn’t understand, but I accepted his decisions and always supported him. We were different, but I thought that this was not a problem. We loved each other and that was all that mattered.

One day Timothee was at one of his work meetings and I was at home. I got a call from his agent and offered to meet at a cafe. James said that we need to discuss something important. My thoughts were immediately turned to Timothee, suddenly he was in trouble, so I immediately agreed. An hour later, I was sitting in a cafe near my apartment and waiting for James. Every minute I became more and more nervous. Finally my wait was over and James sat across from me.

- Hey, what's up? He smiled and looked down at himself.

- Hey, - I answered, - so, is there something wrong? What did you want to talk to me about? To be honest, I was surprised when you called me.

“Yeah, listen, it might be better if I get straight to the point. You know, Timothee is a young, promising actor. One of the highest paid actors of his generation. His top priority right now is his career, not his relationship.

As he spoke, I felt my body grow cold, and a lump rise up in my throat.

"But we…" I tried to say, but James interrupted me.

- Let me finish, please. I know you love him and he loves you. For now. But it goes away, you know? I don't think your relationship will last long. It's better to stop now, before your relationship affects his career.

Therefore, his hand reached out to my palm, which was lying on the table, but I abruptly jerked my hand back. James took a deep breath and looked at me regretfully.

You know that I wish him the very best. It's my job to take care of him and his career. Besides, you yourself know how many times he rescheduled meetings to spend time with you. Or did not go to events that could affect his career. Do you think you're being honest with him?

I was silent for a while, after which I looked him straight in the eyes and, without looking away, said clearly:

- I think that our relationship with Timothee is our business with him. This is not within your jurisdiction. Your work is his career. Timothy is an adult who makes his own decisions. If he thinks that our relationship is a mistake, then he will tell me about it himself. You are paid to do your job and it is not it.

Then I abruptly got up from my seat and went outside. Without noticing Timothee, who was at the other end of the cafe at that time and who heard every word from our conversation with James.

When I was on the street, I did not know where to go. I was so shocked by what had happened that I did not know what to think or what to do. I never doubted Timothee and his feelings for me. But what if James is right and I'm interfering with Timothee`s career? I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn't notice how I walked about 2 blocks. Suddenly, someone grabbed my hand sharply, I got scared, clenched my right hand into a fist to hit the one that grabbed me, as Timothy saw in front of me. He was breathing heavily, and a whole ocean of emotions splashed in his eyes. I realized that he was running after me.

- Tim, God, I'm so sorry. I thought it was some stranger who grabbed me...

- I'm sorry, baby, I called you, but you didn't hear me.

- What are you doing here?

- I called you, but your phone was off. I got out early and wanted to spend time with you. I went to your apartment, but you weren't there either. Then I realized that you can be in that cafe on the corner near your apartment, because you often go there.

- Oh, Timothee..., - it seemed to me that my heart skipped a beat. I didn't know what to say. Did he see me and James in the cafe? What could he think of it?

- Yes, I ... was there ... I ...

- Stop it. I heard everything and saw everything.

I averted my gaze and looked down at my feet.

" Timothee, I know that you love me, but I don't want to be an obstacle in your career." I didn't want to cry, but my eyes began to fill with tears. "Don't cry," I repeated to myself.

Timothee pulled me hard against him and buried his lips in my hair. 

- I love you so much. So much. And I will never let you go, - he pushed me away from him and looked into my eyes, - I am all yours, my love. And you never were and never will be my obstacle. It is you who help me to work, to do what I do. Without you, it all just doesn't make sense.

Timothy gently pressed his lips to mine and then looked back at me.

- After you ran out of the cafe, I went up to James and gave him a piece of mi mind. Long story short I will have a new agent.

“But Timothee, James did a good job.” I tried to justify James because I didn't want him to lose his job because of me. Even if he acted like an asshole.

- No, you're right. Our relationship is only our business with you. I don't want to work with people who go behind my back. Especially with those who are trying to take you away from me.

“I love you so much,” I whispered and hugged him tightly.

“And I love you too,” he replied. We stood like that, in each other's arms, for a while. I don't know how long, but I didn't want to let him go. I understood that we were on the street, where anyone could see us and take a picture of our private moment, but I didn't care. Part of me thought I might lose Timothy, so instead. to let him go, I only pressed closer to him. He was my home and I was his.