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Is Sherlock really falling in love? He's already kissed her, stayed up all night thinking about her. Now he's helped her unpack and played his violin for her! Falling hard, I'd say.
So, it's time to get to know Annabelle just a little better. Who's ready for a chapter all about her?
Sit back and find out!
And yes, it will be from Annabelle's POV. I know it's short, but it gives just a bit of insight on Annabelle.
Love always,
Avoline
Annabelle slowly blinked awake. The day before had been amazing, and she would never find anything that compared. Sherlock's violin playing, the way she could see into his soul as the music flowed, the racing of her heart as she stood oh-so close to him.
Then there was that kiss.
She smiled as she stood. His lips against hers had been the best feeling in the world. They were so soft, yet demanding. It was as if he had poured all of his passion into that one kiss, and all she could do was stand there and kiss him back with just as much passion. Was this what life with him would be like? Amazing kisses, divine music, and intelligence that could make Albert Einstein feel like an average person? He was perfect, in every way, and she was wondering how she got so lucky.
Her smile faded. They were all perfect, until she got to really know them. The abusers, the pic-headed jerks, the slobs. They would all come out of the woodwork once they had her hooked. Was this his way of hiding the true him, or was she simply too far jaded to know anymore?
She sighed and slipped her bath robe on. She should tell him, but she was scared of hurting him. Or herself. She just wanted a normal relationship. Was that too much to ask?
Who was she kidding? She was entering a relationship with Sherlock Holmes. Nothing about that man was normal! No man should look that good, or have a voice that sexy. No human should have the intelligence he did, or the talents that he held.
No, he was far from normal.
He was exceptional.
A smile tugged on her lips as she started the shower. Maybe he was everything she needed and wanted. Maybe he was the kind of guy that could protect her from anything. She already knew he would do anything for her. Hell, he composed a lovely piece on his violin for her. None of her exes had done anything close to that for her before. Her own stepmother wasn't even-
She gasped. She had forgotten about her stepmother. He wouldn't stand a chance against her. Annabelle had been so afraid to tell him about the one person she feared. She didn't want him to run.
Now, though, he was probably in more danger than necessary.
Her tears mingled with the water. He would never know what happened. He wouldn't even see it coming. She only wanted to find someone she could love and not have to worry about anything. That was the whole point of moving to a new country.
She could never out run her past.
