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breaking my own heart
chapter 8
They entered his hotel room. Sara let herself fall on the queen sized bed, she stretched out and tried to relax while Grissom changed his clothes.
When he had finished and left the bathroom he found her standing in front of him, wrapped into a blanket. Her dress lay on a chair in a corner of the room.
"I had to take off this dress. I hope you don't mind.", she said softly.
Sure he didn't mind. But he knew, it would be more than hard to resist the temptation to carry her to his bed and to pin her down on the mattress. It would be hard enough to keep his hands off of her anyways.
The way she smiled at him right now didn't make it all easier. Suddenly her hand began to caress his cheek.
They looked deep into each other's eyes. He felt that they were drawn to each other. Their lips were so close to each other that he could tell how soft hers were. Then she put her arms around his neck.
"Gil, I love you.", she whispered softly into his ear when she snuggled herself against his chest.
This was probably the best thing she could ever say to him. He felt his heart beating hard, it was hard to keep his breath calmed. He caressed her neck with his one hand and hold her close to him with his other hand. He swallowed the tears that were about to rise up in his eyes.
Her head rested on his shoulder, her lips softly touched his neck. He shivered softly, when , obviously on purpose, her lips rested on his skin and she opened her mouth softly. Then her tongue licked over his skin softly. Her left hand now rested on his neck and she caressed it softly with her thumb. On the right side of his neck her lips still kissed him.
Then he took her face into his hands and made her facing him. He caressed her cheek softly with his thumb. Then he kissed her, first softly, then passionately. The moment that she deepened the kiss was the best one in his life so far.
His strong hands stroke up and down her back. The thin blanket let him feel the softness of her skin. He wished that this wouldn't still be the same day. He wished the day he blew up her wedding ceremony would already be weeks ago. He wanted to make love to her. He wanted to do it now, but he knew he couldn't, not today.
Her hands caressed his chest, she began to unbutton his shirt. He pulled away from her.
"What's wrong?", she asked, he could see her confusion in her eyes.
"It's…Sara we…that's too fast."
"Okay.", she said softly and turned away from him.
"Sara…don't get me wrong, please."
"What should I get wrong? It's okay."
"I just…"
"…Don't worry. Please."
He nodded softly. She twined her arms around him and kissed him softly on his cheek.
"Would you do me a favor?" , she asked softly, sounding a little nervous.
"I'd do everything for you."
A smile flashed over her lips. "Could you borrow me your cell? I have to call Greg, I need some clothes."
Grissom handed her his cell phone and walked over to his bed.
He heard her talking to Greg without really listening. He lay down on the bed, laying on his back, his head lying on his arms. He stared up to the ceiling, then he closed his eyes.
When he woke up it was dark outside. He reached over to the other side of the bed. Hoping she'd maybe lie next to him, but she didn't. He turned on the lights. She wasn't there. He left his bed, searched for her in the bathroom. She was gone. He felt his heart beating faster and faster. Had she regret her decision? Did she leave to go back to Nick? Had Greg told her to go back? He swallowed hard, the urge to shout her name out loud grew bigger and bigger. He tried to calm down, maybe she was just out for walk. Or she was downstairs having dinner. He searched for any written messages in the room, but there were none.
He left the room, now totally in panic. He ran down the stairs, searching for her in the lobby, the restaurant and the pool room. Then he ran into the entrance hall, asking at the reception if she had left a message, or if she had maybe taken herself an own hotel room. But again, no trace of her.
He ran upstairs to his room again. He searched for his cell phone and dialed Greg's number.
"Yeah?"
"Greg…it's Grissom."
"Hey."
"Listen Greg….did you bring Sara her clothes today?"
"She called me yes…and I brought her her stuff."
"And do you know what she did then?"
"uhm…Grissom I…"
"…Greg, where is she?", Grissom almost screamed.
"She's at the farm."
"What is she doing there?"
"She said that she wants to talk to Nick and if I could take her there, so I did."
Grissom didn't know if he should feel relieved or if he should be even more concerned.
"Do you know if she will…"
"…Grissom I know nothing."
Grissom sighed. "Okay…thanks." Grissom hang up and sat down on the bed.
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END OF CHAPTER EIGHT