Chapter Twenty-Six - The Way You Love Me

Chapter Twenty-Six – The Way You Love Me

“Dante, I feel like it's been ages since I've been romantic with you.” He said softly. He gradually moved closer to me till he was right in front of me.
I had to admit, he spoke the truth. In fact, I had sometimes found myself wondering if we'd ever get a chance to do anything romantic.
“If you don't mind me asking, how exactly are you going to show me how much you love me?” I looked up at him with hoping eyes. I knew what I wanted, but wasn't sure if he wanted the same. I waited in silence for him to respond, each second wishing he's give me an answer. It was madness!
One hand fell on my waist, and the other at my thighs in one quick motion that had me on the bed in an instant.
I looked up at him with eager eyes, as he hovered over me, and realized his eyes were eager as well. I attempted to place my hand at his neck, but his hand firmly caught it and pinned it down beside my head.
“Aww, thats not fair.” I said in my most seductive voice. Actually, I didn't really mind it. It was kind of a turn on. I grinned playfully up at him, but strangely his expression didn't match mine. He looked down at me with a look of love and sweetness.
“Do you know why I love you so much?” He spoke just as sweetly as his face looked. His eyes were so captivating it felt like torture to be so close and not be able to do as I pleased with him.
“I haven't the slightest clue.” I tried my best not to sound agitated. I really did want him.
“You were the only one who saw me as a normal person. Without you I probably would have become a heartless beast who would have mind killing. But you showed me love as a child, and even later when we met at the temple you didn't give up on me even when all seemed hopeless.” He passed for a moment and leaned in to kiss me. His lips felt soft and lovely on mine. It was getting unbearable, now, to stay still. “I'm so glad out of all the people who came to my temple, you were one of them. Some may call that luck that we met again, but I'd like to think the fates want us to be together....forever.”
He finished with a soft whisper and I suddenly realized that without knowing it I my eyes had begun to water. I hadn't realized how much me being there had really meant to him. When he needed help the most I was there for him. I was the light that brought him out of the darkness, and I would continue to be there for him, just like he said...forever.
He bent down and kissed me once more before he released my hands and the fun began.
In the background the music played its sweet, passionate melody, as though it orchestrated our every move in bed. Outside the moon shone brightly in the sky, beaming light through the window and onto Saeron. The features of his face were prominently visible in the dark as he held me tightly close to him. Our breathing grew heavy, yet the music was still audible in the background as it continued to coordinate us.
I fell asleep beside him, my backside to his stomach, his arms around my waist. It just felt...right. I know how to explain it, but sometimes you just know that something is right. Like it was meant to be that way from the dawn of time. As if God himself had put that special person on earth just for you. It may seem cliché, but I really do believe that Saeron is my one and only soul mate.
The next morning I awoke late in the afternoon. I thought it was just me who was the lazy one, but when I looked beside me Saeron was also still in bed. It didn't really surprise me. I doubt it would surprise anyone that we woke up this late if they knew what we had done the previous night.
I made my way out of his room, Saeron out cold, and got back to mine to get dressed for lunch. But when I entered the room something caught my eye. Something I had neglected to look at since the day Jurah had died.
Resting on a table was the book Jurah had held firmly in his hands just before he died. I didn't know why he had held it, but the thought of why intrigued me.
I looked down at the large book with its leather cover and stitched binding. It was definitely an old book; its cover worn so bad it was starting to peel. When I opened it the pages even felt brittle. I took extra caution as I turned each page, one by one.
As each delicate page was turned I began to realize, very quickly, why Jurah had picked this book to read just before he died.
A knock at the door nearly caused me to tear the page I was on. I quickly, yet carefully closed the book and called out for the person to come in.
“Why'd you leave me?” Saeron asked with a grin. He pulled me close to him and kissed me enthusiastically up and down my neck. “I think we should talk to Crom about getting married.”
“Getting married?” The word took me by surprise and I stepped back instinctively.
“Yes. Dante, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He pulled me back to him and began to stroke my hair softly. “After all, every king needs a queen.”
“Saeron, do you really mean it?” It seemed like a dream to me. I really hoped it wasn't.
“Of course. I could see myself with no one else but you.” He slowly caressed my cheek with his finger tips. “Your the love of my life and I want to make sure it stays that way.” He spoke with passion in his words. It was really happening.
Without even thinking I had wrapped my arms tightly around him and leaped up to kiss him on the neck. We stared into each others eyes for the longest time before I suddenly realized something.
“The book!” I chimed. My body turned toward the table where the ancient book rested peacefully. I disturbed its slumber as I hastily scooped it up and pried open its cracking pages. “This was the book Jurah had clasped in his hands just before he died. I wasn't sure why he was reading it until I got a look at what was inside.”
I watched attentively as Saeron's eyes rested on the pages of the book. He's beautiful blue eyes scanned its contents and soon grew wide with interest.
“Jurah was right.” Saeron spoke in the most serious tone I had ever hear come from him. He gulped. Right away I knew what he was thinking, because the same thing had crossed my mind when I had viewed the book. I wondered if Jurah had felt the same worry and fear as he read this same contents just before he died.