My husband opens the door of the cottage we're staying in for the next four days. Each couple has it's own cottage, yet we're close enough to come by if anything's up. It's freezing here in St. Moritz as the weather is a lot colder than in London. In a way it reminds me of one of the freezing crispy winters which New York often seems to offer. But with a lot more snow. And very high mountains. It's the perfect location to go skiing as well as hide and relax.

"It's a beautiful cottage." I say as my eyes scan the wide living area. The wooden theme of the cottage is engaged beautifully with modern furniture. There's an open fireplace down the three stairs which lead to living area. Across the fireplace is a huge cream colored sofa with cozy pillows and fluffy blankets. Behind the sofa is a small round table with four chairs. The table separates the living area from the wide kitchen with a kitchen island. It's rather small compared to the other suits we already stayed in, but I love it. I love the coziness this cottage has. It's pure perfection.

I just hope that the next few days won't lead us to quarrel about anything really. I'd like to have some peaceful days with the man I love, but at the same time I can't expect our situation to get better in a blink of an eye.

"How about we stay in tonight and not go out with the others?" he asks me as he shuts the door close.

I turn around and watch him getting out of his coat. Just like mine, it's covered in snow. The beauty of winter. "Sounds good."

"I'm going to text Lucas then." he says before getting his phone out.

I hang my coat next to his before I walk down the three steps into the living room. No wonder people come here in the winter. It's just the perfect getaway. There's not even a television I notice as I walk through the living area. But who needs a television with this kind of view? The sun is slowly setting over the mountains. Corviglia-Marguns-Piz Nair is only a few minutes away from this cottage. It's one of the biggest skiing locations in whole Switzerland.

"Done." I hear his voice seconds before I feel his arms around my baby bump. His touch gives me goosebumps all over my body so easily and I don't think he even knows it. He gives me peace… and I give him sorrow. "Are you hungry?"

"No…" I say, staring at the mountains. The sunset is coating the sky in bright red colors, which reflect in the snow. How can nature be so beautiful? I'd like to catch this beauty in a song someday. That's why I originally started writing scores - to capture the beauty of nature. I started by composing scores for documentaries and now I am doing blockbuster movies and television series as well. But documentaries, especially about mother nature, that was the real reason…

"When was the last time you ate?" he asks me, being as persistent as he always is.

I roll my eyes, "About noon or something. I had lunch in my office. I didn't have time for dinner… I ordered a baked potato and some salad for lunch. I don't remember the time."

"Why didn't you eat on the plane?"

"Because I was too nervous for your reaction to my songs. I couldn't even drink a cup of tea to keep me calm."

"You have to be hungry then." he points out.

I sigh, "Can't we just stay in this positions a little longer? I'd like to watch the sunset before you go crazy in the kitchen with Jazz music playing in the background. Give me a freaking moment to enjoy this beauty with you."

He sighs, "Okay…"

"Is the fridge even full?"

"Yes. I especially asked for that when I booked this cottage. You know that I rarely want to eat somewhere else but home."

"I know. You enjoy cooking and you want to know exactly what you eat."

"And I want to know exactly what you eat. Both of you." he adds before kissing my cheek. "It's beautiful sunset."

"It's absolutely breathtaking." I agree as I feel his head resting on my shoulder. Suddenly, I feel our daughter kicking softly inside my womb. "Look, who's awake." I say as she starts kicking stronger, "Can you feel her?"

"Yes…" he breathes out and I can hear pure amazement in his voice.

"I hope she's not going to keep my awake the whole night again." I think out loud as she stops. "Thank you." I say, staring at the bump. She actually listened to me!

"How about we try to find a name for our girl tonight?" he asks me.

"I don't think we're ever going to find a name. There are just too many!"

"The other option would be talking about your songs."

I sigh before turning around.

"It's either talking to me about them now or with Dr. Wyatt."

"Why don't we do something I want?" I ask him back, rising an eyebrow.

"Fine. What do you want to do?"

I bite my lip, "I want to talk with Dr. Wyatt about the songs."

He frowns, "Why?"

"Because our next meeting with Dr. Wyatt is in more than a week." I mumble.

"Gabriella! That's not a reason."

"It is for me." I say back, "I just… You can listen to all of the songs while we're here, if you want to but… I don't want to ruin our trip."

He sighs, brushing through my hair. "You won't ruin it. Especially not for Miley."

"Lucas is going to propose to her here?" I ask him in disbelief. He didn't mention anything to me!

"Yes."

"He didn't even say anything to me!" I protest.

"That's because you told Miley. Or gave her a hint. She's been acting weird since the middle of December." he says, narrowing his eyes at me.

I bite my lip, "She's an actress. She should know how to hide her feelings. When did he tell you that?"

"When I apologized to him."

"But I just saw you guys nodding. I didn't see him talking."

A typical Bolton-grin appears on his lips, "Us Boltons don't need lots of words…"

I roll my eyes, "Yet you want me to voice what my heart feels."

He brushes through my hair, "Yes, because you own my heart. I'd like to know it's safe."

I smile, feeling touched by his simple words. "It is." I promise in a whisper.

He returns my smile, "How about you start unpacking a bit while I make us something for dinner?"

"Okay…" I say, getting lost in the depth of his orbs.

"Okay…" he echoes, placing his forehead against mine.

God, I love this man. I love everything about him. I love his heart, the warmth of his laugh, the depth of his eyes. I love his dominance and his protective side, which sometimes annoys me. I love the way he walks into the room, his presence fulfilling it immediately. I love the way he frowns as he stares at his iMac when he's working. I love the way he negotiates with another party when he's on the phone. But most of all I love the way he's keeping me safe.

And I hate how I am unable to say that to him.

I release myself from his hug and walk into the bedroom, where our suitcase is already in. Just like the rest of the cottage, the bedroom is held in wooden interior. It has a huge king-sized bed with cozy pillows and blankets on it. Other than a closet, there's not much in this bedroom. Two nightstands, a vanity and a cozy carpet. There's not more we would need in a bedroom. I open the suitcase and start unpacking our clothes. I can't believe Miley needs two suitcases for a four day long trip. She must've packed her whole household!

I hang our clothes on the hanger and fold trousers as well as the chunky sweaters and Troy's skiing clothes before placing them on shelves inside the closet. I close the closet before I get out our toiletries and place them in the bathroom. The bathroom has a jacuzzi, a shower, a toilet and two sinks. All made of white marble. There are pink orchids placed next to the sink. They're pretty although they're fake. Maybe we should get some for our home as well.

Can't keep my hands to myself

No matter how hard I'm trying to

I want you all to myself

Your metaphorical gin and juice

So come on, give me a taste

Of what it's like to be next to you

Won't let one drop go to waste

Your metaphorical gin and juice

A grin appears on my lips as I hear my song bursting out of the speakers from the kitchen. I didn't expect him to listen to my songs while he's cooking, but I guess he chose this song for a reason. I walk out of the bathroom, singing along with the song as I reach my husband.

Ohh cause all of the downs and the uppers

Keep making love to each other

And I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying

All of the downs and the uppers

Keep making love to each other

And I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying, but I

There's whole wheat pasta cooking in the pot as his dark, erotic voices sings along. It gives the song an even sexier vibe, while I feel goosebumps on my skin. I stop at the island and lean against it, watching Troy closely. He puts salt into the water in which the pasta is cooking in. In another pan is a sauce with mushrooms. It's boiling and filling the air with a delicious smell. He moves the mushrooms around a little, still singing along. It makes me happy to see him so freely. And it makes me happy because my song's the reason.

Can't keep my hands to myself

My hands to myself

Can't keep my hands to myself

My hands to myself

I rest my head on my bend elbows, my eyes still unable to look away from him. He's throwing bell peppers and cottage cheese into the pan with the mushrooms. It makes the sauce even creamier. I wish he'd heard the song sooner. I can't believe the happiness I am seeing.

The doctor say you're no good

But people say what they wanna say

And you should know if I could

I'd breathe you in every single day

Ohh cause all of the downs and the uppers

Keep making love to each other

And I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying

All of the downs and the uppers

Keep making love to each other

And I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying, but I

He drains the pasta and I can see which kind: Bow ties. My favorite. He puts the bow ties into the pan with the mushroom sauce and lets it cook. I love watching him cook. I love everything about him.

I walk over to him as he carefully puts the bow ties on the plates with a wooden spoon. His lips form a grin as he sees me.

"You are amazing." I breathe out, my eyes a bit teary.

Can't keep my hands to myself

My hands to myself

Can't keep my hands to myself

My hands to myself

"Can't keep my hands to myself?" he asks me back, rising an eyebrow at me.

I return his grin, "You inspired me."

He puts the spatula down, before he embraces me. "Have you quoted me in other songs as well?"

My mouth drops open, "You remember?" I ask him in disbelief.

He nods, "Of course I do. I remember every second I spent with you."

Flashback

His lips on my skin are the first thing I feel as the early New Yorker sun is shining into the bedroom. The sun strikes have found their way through the many skyscrapers in Manhattan, eventually shining directly into the warm, cozy bed I am sharing with the most wonderful man in the world.

I feel my body awakening, echoing his kisses, as his lips wander from my stomach further north until they reach my lips.

"Good morning." he whispers as I open my eyes and I see a dirty grin on his lips.

"Morning." I whisper back, my eyes focusing his. He has the most mesmerizing eyes I've ever seen. It feels like he's looking straight into the deepest parts of me. He's making me feel naked - emotionally while I am literally laying naked next to him. I feel my heartbeat increasing as my eyes still lock with his. I don't know if it's because of the feelings he's giving me or because of the hot kisses he awoke me with. His bright blue orbs are so true… so faithful… and so full of desire. My fingers brush through his silky brown hair, god this man is pure perfection. No one will ever make me feel the way he is. No one.

He pulls my fingers out of his hair and kisses my knuckles. It's such a lovely gesture, yet I know that he wants more than kissing my knuckles. He needs more - just like me. I can see it in his eyes. I can sense it in the atmosphere. I can feel the desire rushing through his veins into mine.

I lace my fingers with his, amazed by how well our hands fit into each others once more. It's like we're made for each other. It feels like I finally found my destination - I feel home.

Within one movement, he's above me, his weight resting on his elbows as he's capturing me. He's taken my breath away - but for the first time I don't feel panic. It's the opposite: I feel safe. Something I haven't felt in a long, long time… maybe never before.

His lips find mine, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. He tastes of warm summer nights, of security and blueberries. It's my favorite taste.

After minutes, he lets go, giving me air to breath. A giggle escapes my mouth as I feel his lips on my neck, "You are a sex machine, Troy Bolton…"

His answer is filled with kisses all over my upper body, quickly turning my giggle into lustful moans oh so easily. He knows exactly where my erogenous zones are. I wonder, if it's all the same with every other women. Out of the sudden, other women are all I can think of: there must've been a countless number of women laying naked in this bed with him. A countless number he must've kissed the way he kisses me. A countless number that has stared into his eyes the way I just did. A countless number… and I am just one of them.

"I just… can't keep my hands to myself, I guess." he says as his bright blue orbs find mine again. They reflect pure desire… the desire for me and me only - the countless number of women in my mind disappears as quickly as it came. "I mean, I could, but why would I want to if there's a wonderful, absolutely breathtaking woman laying already naked beside me?" he asks with a grin on his lips as his fingertips are drawing circles around my breasts. "I'd be insane if I didn't give in what my heart tells me to."

I reflect his grin right away, "You sure that's your heart and not your penis speaking to you?" I joke as I feel his erection against my hips.

He frowns, before rolling over to his side, resting his head on his bend elbow.

Fuck, I've offended him. I didn't mean that. I roll over to my side as well, mirroring his body pose.

With his free hand, he strikes through my hair, placing a strand of hair behind my ear. "When I'm with you, I can't not listen to my heart. With other women…" he sighs, "Yes. With other women I only thought with my penis. I only gave into my sexual needs, because I didn't give a damn about the other party. I didn't give a damn about anything but my satisfaction. But with you…" he shakes his head, his blue, blue eyes staring deeply into mine.

With me it's more, I think quietly, afraid to say those words out loud. We've been enjoying the last couple of weeks so much… and I don't want to ruin it with words neither him nor me are ready for.

"With you…" he starts again, his orbs still seeking for something in my eyes. "One glance from you and I am charmed. Completely charmed. You're all I think of: Day and night, morning till evening, from the minute we separate until the moment we meet again."

Fuck. A love confession so early in the morning? I didn't expect this from him. Not before a strong coffee, anyways.

"You're on my mind 24/7 - and you've made it into my heart with that single glance. You cloud my thoughts, you rush through my veins… you take my breath away. So, no, it's not my penis that wants incredible sex with you, it's my heart. It's what my heart wants and you taught me listen to it - you made it impossible for me to ignore it. My heart wants you." he whispers the last sentence, as if he was afraid to say it out loud.

I kiss him softly. It's the only thing I could think of. "My heart wants you, too." I whisper back.

End of Flashback

Can't keep my hands to myself

I want it all, know nothing else

Can't keep my hands to myself

Give me your all and nothing else

Oh, I, I want it all

I want it all, I want it all

Can't keep my hands to myself

I mean I could, but why would I want to?

My hands to myself

Can't keep my hands to myself

My hands to myself

Can't keep, keep my hands to myself

I want it all, know nothing else

Can't keep my hands to myself

Give me your all and nothing else

Can't keep my hands to myself

A smile appears on my lips as the memory from the song slowly fades. It seems so long ago… We've come such a long way in our relationship. We've had so many ups and downs… And I have no idea where we're currently at. We're on the road of being okay someday, that's what he told me; but I'd like to know when we reach that place, so we can be amazing again. I liked us amazing. I need us to be the amazing, breathtaking couple again. I need us to be us again.

I pick up the plates and walk with them over to the small round table, where already the cutlery and two glasses with water are placed on.

As he sits down across me, I can finally see it. He wants an us as well. He needs it just as much - and he'd give anything. He'd fight away any demons in our way.

"Where you at Franklin's last night?" I ask him, frowning.

He pupils widen for a nano second and his fingers hesitate for a moment to pick up the fork. "No." he answers casually.

"In the morning then?" I ask again, leaning back in the chair. He was at Franklin's. I can see it - and I can feel the poison his father has put into his veins again.

He shakes his head as he starts collecting bow ties with his fork. "Eat your dinner."

"Answer my question." I demand. I'm not going to give up. That's why he was so fucking mad in the morning. It was because Franklin has talked to him!

"I met with him in the noon. I had a two-hour break and met with him. It was rather spontaneous."

Since when does my husband have two-hour breaks?! "Why?" I ask again. At least, he's admitting it.

"Because the deal I wanted to close wasn't wanted by the other party, who has it's headquarters in Los Angeles. Due to the time difference, I had a two-hour break."

"No, I mean why did you meet with your father?"

"Because I want this year to end with closure."

Closure? He wants closure?! What more closure could he want?! "How much closure did he give you?" I ask in surprise. I thought I'd given him all the closure he wants and needs. Guess, I was wrong.

"Your dinner is getting cold. Could you please eat?"

"Could you please answer my question and stop making excuses?" I hiss at him.

"He gave me the answers nor you or Lucas could give me."
"And those answers would be?"

"Captured in photos." he says in a breath.

My chin falls down. He met with Franklin to get the photos he was blackmailing Luc and me with? "So, you… Oh." I think out loud. I didn't expect him to clean up my mess. "And he really gave you everything?"

"Yes, every single image. The ones he had on his MacBook and the ones he had already developed. He gave me every single picture of you and Lucas. There's no video, no collage… nothing is left. I made sure he deleted them properly." He should know. He probably was trained for that at the NSA, too.

"O…Okay." I think out loud before the idea of him seeing the photos pops into my head. It must've been horrible to see these… "And did you… Did you look at the photos?" I ask him slowly. I couldn't bare seeing photos of him and Katherine or another women having sex. It would tear me apart - after I tore the women of the photos apart.

"Maybe…" he trails of as he leans back in the chair as well, teasing me.

"No, you didn't." I say back. "You didn't look at them." He wouldn't tease me with such information, would he?

"No, I didn't. I threw them into the fire and watched them burn, while I had a glass of Brandy. It made me angry that Franklin had so much control of my family and therefore me."

"That's why you were so mad at me this morning."

"Partly, yes. I will not let anyone ever get this close to my family - let alone blackmail us." he explains.

"Do you feel better now?"

"I feel more secure." his way of saying, yes I feel better.

I nod, before I start eating my pasta. It tastes delicious with the mushrooms, the bell peppers and the security of knowing we are going to make it through our crisis.


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