Well, this it's the first time I write something in english, I'm sorry if there is any mistake. This is a little drabble I wrote and I decided to translate. Thanks so much to the lovely Jordan Phoenix for the help with it and for the awesome cover, I really appreaciate it! Hope guys you like it!


She would not tell him that sometimes she listened to his music on the sly. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how she adored the way the sun was reflected in his golden hair. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how his penetrating gaze could make her knees tremble. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him that his tender smile could melt her heart. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how sensual he was when he spoke German. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how much she respected him for his ethics and morals. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how much it hurt to see him suffer for his brother's betrayal. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how much she loved to feel his fingers brushing the small of her back. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how she liked when he stole her a kiss on the sly. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how sweet her name sounded from his lips every time he whispered it next to her ear. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how her skin prickled when she felt his warm breath on her neck. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how secure she felt in his arms. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him she liked the scent he left on her sheets. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how comforted she felt feeling his soft heartbeat as she leaned back against his chest. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how much she enjoyed hearing him mutter declarations of love. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him that when she heard the roar of a motorcycle she turned around, hoping it was him. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how her heart fluttered with pure joy when he sang only for her. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him that she knew he spent whole nights watching her sleep. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him that sometimes, and only sometimes, she smiled thinking about him. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him that his kisses transported her to a world she could only see in her dreams. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how much she loved spending the nights talking to him in the darkness of her room. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how jealous she was when she saw him talking to some pretty woman. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how her heart stopped whenever she heard him whisper her name in dreams. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him that she admired his strength. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how lovely it was to hear him hum a melody when he was absorbed in his thoughts. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how happy she was when she opened her eyes in the morning and found his face serene in his sleep. No, she would not tell him.

She would not tell him how much she loved him...

Yes, she would.