Chapter 45

Louisa's point of view

Will tried to book two separate rooms for us at the motel "INN". Unfortunately, all of them were occupied except a modest room with just adequate sleeping arrangements for two people. I did not know what came over me to suggest this preposterous idea of staying at a hotel tonight. There was a bizarre adrenaline rushing through my entire body when Will agreed to it.

I was sitting on the front edge of the bed in the room with my shoes lying on the floor. I took off my earrings and put them on the small bed side table.

I was under a semi trance when the bed sagged with a clear squeak. I turned sideways to look at Will sitting right beside me.

All the memories of us spending all those times together assaulted my senses in full force until I started speaking to Will.

"I really like you."

"Like is probably an understatement for the strong feelings I have, " I continued; my eyes not leaving his granite face for a single second.

"I think it was our first meeting on the bench in the park where I felt a real connection towards you," I admitted; holding his piercing eyes with utmost intensity.

"The connection grew stronger with our frequent meetings, " I went on after Will slowly started leaning forward till we were only a couple of inches apart.

"I even broke up with Patrick because I dreamt of you as my husband, " I confessed; both my hands reaching out to touch his cheeks.

"In the dream, we had a daughter who looked exactly like us."

"Brown hair and blue eyes," I whispered; his lips twitching into a smile.

My hands roamed all over his face as if they were soaking up every minute detail I had only been able to observe from a distance until now. I saw him closing his eyes when my fingers caressed his light stubble. They stopped over his lips. I sensed his rate of breathing growing ragged.

"I love you Will Traynor," I murmured in a whisper that briefly ghosted over his face.

"I wouldn't mind if you did not feel the same way," his eyes instantly snapped open as soon as the words were uttered.

"Louisa, my weekends become complete when I come over to the Pembroke Castle to see you on Saturday," he said in an audible voice.

"Your messages would get me through the work of an entire week," he acknowledged; clasping both my hands and bringing them to his lips.

"Your sweet smile, your bizarre clothes and your queer jokes are what I live for," his lips bestowing kisses across the palms of my hands.

"You make me want to enjoy my life again."

"I have never been as happier as I am now sitting right here with you, " his lips never leaving my hands

"I love you most fervently," he declared in the most ardent tone; his lips slowly climbing up a path of my right hand till they lingered upon it's elbow.

I shuddered in response. This simple intimacy knocked the air out of my lungs. I just closed my eyes to relish the feel of his lips there. After a moment, he pulled me towards him.

I drew in a sharp breath. My eyes were still closed. I felt his lips brush my forehead. I sensed them hovering over my right ear-lobe. They slowly danced across my jaw. I moaned in response. I wanted to enjoy everything that was happening to me right now.

I felt his fingers undoing my up-do very slowly; thereby letting loose all of my brown hair. A shiver ran down my spine. It felt as if thousands of goose-bumps rose all over my body.

I felt his lips crash into mine with a kind of greediness I never experienced with Patrick in our long 7-years' relationship. They devoured me completely. His mouth clashed with mine in a battle of dominance. I sensed myself slowly succumbing to desires of him touching all of my entire being at once.

I clutched his arms to support myself because I felt my knees buckling. He plunged his tongue into my mouth with a fervent intensity I never knew before. I felt his teeth grazing mine. He gripped my hair with all the force he could muster, pulling me even closer to him. It seemed as if there was no space left between us. His fingers raced down my exposed back before they sunk into my hips. We found ourselves groaning into each other's mouths; a cannibalistic sound of restraint we had fought for many days in the making.

We kissed like there was no tomorrow. Our lips ravished each other like we were starved. I undid his bow-tie and threw it across the bed. He nibbled upon my upper lip before finding my bottom one. He marked them like they were his. I was enjoying the passion with which his lips branded mine. I wish this night never ended. I wanted all of him. I was like a girl standing in the middle of a desert; wanting to drink up all of Will like water.