"I missed you…"

A light moan sounded through her throat, and a smile melted by love drew up on her face. "Me too… I thought I had lost you forever."

"Thank God you didn't" he took the flesh of her lips inside his mouth.

She could convincingly say that she loved him. Yes, of course she could… but in that moment, there was something passing through her which reminded her to David. And she hated that second when she suddenly pushed him away, and found her there, standing against the wall half naked.

"Vic, what's wrong?" he approached her, searching for her lost gaze down her head lowered.

"Nothing, I just don't feel good…" she stopped those few seconds to try to explain him what was going on without having to speak. Her gaze tried, she tried to say that she was sorry.

A hand traveled down her cheek slowly, letting her feel the smoothness of his skin.

"Do you want to talk about something?...What has you like that?"

Almost without noticing it, two lonely tears watered her cheeks, tears that he catch with his fingers.

"I don't want to talk about that" she sighed, as trying to wipe away the pain that the words carried.

"Okay" he got it. He knew her probably better than she knew herself. He grabbed her from the waist, and guided her to his bed.

"Sit" he said. He walked a few steps to the closet, and took one of the long wide shirts he uses when he paints.

He kneeled in front of her. "Will you stay?"

"If you invite me" she smiled shyly, like someone who wants to hide pain… she was tired of hiding. She needed happiness.

He smiled at her answer. "Then you're staying… You like these, right?" He showed her the shirt.

"Of course I do" her eyes enlightened, and she grabbed it with such fond love that he wanted to be there with her forever.

"I can't see those little eyes like that."

"It's nothing important, don't worry."

"That won't be possible."

She sighed. "Give me that shirt, Dominik"

He delivered it, and felt how his heart trembled for her, terribly as always. "I love when you put yourself in the bossy mood." He knew he would make her laugh, and it worked. He always did. There was something in him, which make more funny the way he said things than what he actually said.

"You and your way of fixing me…"

He just contemplated her while she unclasped her bra, placed it on the corner of the bed, and got her body inside the already known fabric.

"You should wear these everyday"

"I wish to"

He directed his head down, and kissed her thigh pinning himself to the idea of never having to separate from her again.

"I'm sorry for the pain I caused you" she said.

"It's over… you don't have to."

"No, I do… "

"Okay, I accept it. Can you leave that behind now?"

"I'll try."

A lovely silence set up between both for seconds.

"Did you eat something?"

"No, I'm not hungry."

"Since you know me, you know that I won't let you go to sleep without eating."

"No, Dom, really…"

He quickly tried to convince her. "A tea, you want?... Just a glass."

She smiled, it killed her how much he cared about her. "...Okay" she whispered.

And he stood up, kissed her forehead slowly, and warned her. "Get into bed, and DON'T FALL ASLEEP." She laughed. "If I find you asleep, I'll collect it myself tomorrow"

"And how would that be like?"

"You don't want to know." he smiled, and got out of the room.