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—Let's get you dry. —I tell him while I get a towel and start drying him carefully.

The bruises from the fight are starting to show. And I know that tomorrow when he wakes up, his whole body will hurt. When I finish drying him, I put on his boxers and I dry off and get dressed. I walk him into the bedroom and I sit him in the bed.

—Do you think you can wait a minute?

He doesn't respond, just nods his head as he drops into the bed. I go to the door and open it carefully.

—I'm going to need some of Elliot's clothes and the help of both of you. —I tell her as she looks at me with a frown.

—What exactly do you need?

—A change of clothes for now and in a backpack two changes of clothes for him and for me.

—What are you going to do?

—He doesn't want to go home, so we'll stay somewhere.

—I'll see if I can sort all that out here, otherwise I'll have to go all the way to the apartment.

—Okay, I'll wait for you. —I tell her while I slowly close the door.

I go back to bed and sit down carefully next to him. I slide my fingers through his black, wet hair while he lets out a sigh. His slow, cadenced breathing lets me know that he is asleep. Only five minutes have passed when someone knocks on the door. That was quick. I get up and go over there.

Kate's outside with a backpack on her shoulder with the stuff I asked for.

—Wait. —I tell her while I go get Christian's leather jacket. —I'm gonna need Elliot to put it on and that both of you to get on Christian's bike so the paparazzi can follow you. I don't want them to know where we're going.

—You have 15 minutes. —she says to me as she turns around and I close the door.

I open the backpack and take out the clothes for Christian. I move him and he sits up on the bed.

—Hey, take it easy, let's get you dressed and go. —I tell him while he nods.

I dress him with his help. It's lucky he and Elliot are the same size. When he's fully dressed I help him walk while he leans on my shoulder.

We leave the club through the back door.

I don't see any sign of the paparazzi, so they must have followed Elliot and Kate.

I open the co-pilot's door and help him sit down. I put the backpack on the ground between his feet. I put his seatbelt on and close the door. I turn around and sit behind the wheel. I look at him next to me. His eyes are closed. So, without thinking twice, I start the car and drive to a place where no one will bother us.

Christian wakes up when I park the car outside the cabin. I help him out of the car and take him inside while I turn on the lights on the way. He sits up on the bed and I carefully take off his shoes, jeans and shirt. I leave him sitting on the bed and go get the supplies I bought on the way. I have to go out twice before I get everything in. I leave them on the kitchen counter and go to see Christian. He's lying in bed and he's fallen asleep again. I don't think he'll wake up anymore for the rest of the night. I turn off the light in the room and let him sleep.

I need to eat something. I'm hungry.

And I start to make a sandwich while I put things in the fridge and in the cupboard. By the time I'm done, I'm exhausted. I go to the bedroom. Christian hasn't moved. I undress and get into bed while I cover both of us with the duvet.

I feel heat on my body. I open my eyes. I have Christian's arm tightening around my waist. Clinging to me like a talisman. I smile and turn to him. The slight beard begins to appear and I carefully slide my fingers down his cheek. Christian squirms at my touch and then opens his eyes. Well, at least one. The other can't open it much. It's swollen and blackened. But regardless of the pain, he smiles at me.

—Good morning, baby. —he says to me with that dazzling smile of his.

—I don't think they'll be very good when you know what I did. —I tell him very quietly.

—What did you do, Ana?

—Were you serious last night?

—I don't remember much of what I said last night, Ana, you're going to have to be more specific.

—You told me you wanted to disappear where no one would find you.

—Ah. That I do remember. And yes, for a moment I felt that way.

—Well, that's what we did. Nobody knows where we are. I assure you.

Christian gets up on the bed and looks around.

—Are we in the cabin?

—Yes.

—How do you know they won't find us? They're probably already tracking our cell phones.

—The cell phones are in your house. And I made sure the paparazzi followed Elliot and Kate on your bike.

—My mom's gonna freak out. —he says as he stares at me now. — But she deserves it, she and the studio owners.

—Why did you fight with Elliot?—I ask him as he gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom.

I get out of bed and follow him. He's looking in the mirror at the consequences of his drinking.

—I don't remember exactly why we fought, I just remember I threw the first punch because of something he said. —he says looking at me sideways in the mirror.

—I'm going to make breakfast, there's antibiotics in the medicine cabinet for your wounds. —I tell him as I come out of the bathroom.

I put on a white strapless dress that Kate has put in my backpack and go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

I feel Christian's footsteps as I'm setting the table. He looks worse today than he did last night. I tell him to sit at the bar while I put the cheese omelet in front of him. I serve him the orange juice and put a bottle of ibuprofen in front of it.

—I imagine you're in pain today.

—I feel like a truck ran over me. —he says to me as he takes out two pills and takes them.

—Elliot gave you a good beating.

—I deserved it for sure. —he says as he slowly starts to eat his breakfast.

I see he's having trouble getting the silverware.

—Let me help you. —I tell him to take the silverware out of his hands.

I turn to him while Christian looks at me with a slight smile. And I smile back at him. Despite how beat up he is, he still looks sexy and adorable. I start taking little pieces and directing them into his mouth.

—Open up. —I tell him as he obeys me.

His lip is swollen too and he can barely chew his food. I look for an absorbent pad and put it in his juice to make it easier for him.

—Thanks for taking care of me Ana. —he suddenly says to me.

—I think that was included when you married me. —I tell him by making him smile.

—You know what I mean. You took care of me, even before we were anything. Why?

—Because you deserve that and so much more. —I tell him by going over and giving him a very soft kiss on his lips. —Now, go get some rest.

—What are you going to do?

—Organize and do a little cleaning. —I tell him as I watch him lie down on the living room couch.

And I start my cleaning under Christian's watchful eye. Every time I pass him he stretches out his hand and puts it under my dress, or strokes my leg, or my waist. And I just smile at him. Not every beaten-up thing stops him from being who he is.

Around noon I'm done. Christian has fallen asleep. I prepare lunch and look for one of the novels I have somewhere I'll take one to read for a while as lunch is ending.

I go outside, without shoes. I love to feel the fine grass under my feet. I sit on a rock, under a tree while the breeze blows my hair. And I start to read. I feel the wood on the porch of the cabin creak. I look away from the book and see Christian, shirtless with only his jeans, standing on the porch of the cabin.

—I was looking for you. —he says to me as I watch him walk down the steps of the entrance.

Just as I'm barefoot. I smile. As I get up from the stone.

—Do you feel better? —I ask him when he stops in front of me.

He raises a hand to my face and strokes my cheek slowly. I close my eyes to his caress and feel the muscles in my body relaxing making me drop the book on the grass.

—Much better, after you give me a kiss. —he says to me as he brings his lips closer to mine and kisses me slowly. —I've missed your lips so much. —he says, smiling.

—Are you hungry?—I ask him when he separates his lips from mine? —I've prepared something delicious.

—I don't think I know any more delicious than what I have in my hand. —he says, clasping his hands around my waist.

—Let's have lunch so you can get your strength back. —I say to him as I try to pick up the book from the floor, but he stops me.

—All I can think of is slowly undressing you. —he says as he lifts his hands up to the straps of my dress and slowly slides them over my shoulders. —and make love to you right here. —he says to me as the dress begins to slide down my body and fall at my feet.

—Christian! —I warn him. He's very beaten up and the least I want to do is to hurt him.

—Don't you want me to make love to you on the grass? —he says as he slips a finger from my neck to my collarbone and then down my arm.

I close my eyes. My whole body begins to react to his caresses. I want it, here now. I want him to make love to me on the grass, against the stone, against the tree. When I open my eyes I find his green eyes, which have become dark with desire, looking at me intensely.

I can't say no, I've never been able to do it and I know I'm not going to be able to do it right now. He brings his lips towards my neck and begins to kiss my body slowly, following a downward path through my body. Caressing each place with his hands before passing his lips over them.

I feel his hands go down the side of my body to my underwear. And as he begins to lower it, he kisses my belly until he is kneeling on the grass in front of me, opening my legs and beginning to devour my sex. I hold my hands to his hair as I let out a moan.

He separates from my body and stands up. He quickly pulls off his jeans and pulls them down next to his boxers. He arranges the jeans next to my dress, forming a blanket on the floor. He sits down in the middle and holds out his hand to me. I sit astride him. We're both sitting down. Facing each other. His limb between us eager to be inside me. His arms squeeze me at the waist while I wrap mine around his neck. He sticks his forehead to mine

—Ana! —he murmurs with his lips close to mine. —I need to bury myself in you. —he says to me in a pleading tone.

I lean on his shoulders with one hand, and with the other I guide him inside me as I sit on him again.

—Ana! —he pleaded again as I felt his limb throbbing within me.

—I need you too, Christian. —I tell him as I start to move over him.

I can't stand it any longer without moving. I need him too. My movements are slow, I don't want to hurt him. And I quickly feel his hands clinging to my waist as my walls begin to squeeze around him.

—Open your eyes. —he asks me as I feel him deep within me.

And I start to move faster. I need it, I need that desperation, that intensity. Christian begins to moan louder and louder, and so do I. I feel his limb getting harder and harder.

—Ana! —moans. —Ana! —he begs me.

But I can't stop, I don't want to stop. I need to feel it filling me up completely.

—Fill me up! Give it all to me! —I tell him as I let out a groan.

And he doesn't hold back anymore. I feel him filling me up completely, making me reach orgasm with a cry of pleasure.