CHAPTER 24:

Sully was plunged into darkness. He was lying on his bed, in his hotel room, for the last time. The next afternoon he had a train to take him back to Denver from where he would take the horse-drawn carriage to take him to Colorado Springs. The young man had spent such a long day. As soon as the government knew of the withdrawal of the American army, they sent him letters, messages by telegraph, asking him to go here and there. The last letter sent ordered him to return in order to announce the news to the Indians, to verify that all the troops had withdrawn, and to provide them with written reports as soon as possible.

He had not had time to go see Michaela at all, although he knew full well that she was at the clinic. Sully knew it, he was madly in love with this woman. And he did not know how he would manage to leave her here and go. He missed her every moment, despite the short time they had spent together. She was the woman of his life.

A few days ago, he had cut his braid. He had kept it with him to lay on Abigail's grave when he got home. But if he had done this, it was because he felt that now, after all these years, he could finally move on, while keeping her forever in his memory as beautiful memories. Now he had met Michaela. A woman whose feelings were greater than anything he had ever felt in his life. And he was going to leave her behind… No, as soon as he could he would come back to Boston, even though he hated this place. Whole miles would separate them now...

Yet, unable to sleep and feeling he had a lot to say to Michaela, he got up. He could not just say goodbye to her before taking the train. He wanted them to really have time to say goodbye.

Despite the late hour, Sully left his hotel room, dressed in buckskins, as he had not had the right to since the beginning of his mission, and walked through the city to the young woman's home. .

At Beacon Hill, and opposite the house, he entered the garden. He thought. What was he going to do? Everyone was probably asleep, including Michaela. They would take him for a fool if he knocked at this hour, it was unseemly for this town.

He looked around the house and had an idea, which he thought was not the brightest. He circled around the house, looking up at the floor where he knew Michaela's room was. Then he saw a window with white sheer curtains and he was sure he had found it. When he thought back to the second reception and where he had seen her come from when he was waiting in the hallway, he could guess that this was her room. He really hoped he was right.

Now that he had found her room, what was he going to do? He picked up a pebble from the floor and threw it at the window. But nothing. Nothing moved in the room. He threw another pebble, and another, and another, but still nothing. He sighed. He really thought it would work. How could she not hear anything?

And finally, he had an even worse idea than the previous two. He just started hanging on to the vines and climbing. It took a good ten minutes to get to the window, the ivy not growing that far. Once right in front of that damn window, he tried to look inside the room, but everything was dark. He could not see anything at all. He suddenly knocked on the window and waited. Suddenly, the curtains opened and he was greeted by a Michaela who jumped at the sight of him, her mouth hanging open in what he guessed was a gasp of fear.

She opened the window and looked at him in shock.

"Sully! But what are you doing here... And hanging on my window?" she asked completely stunned.

"Do you mind if we discuss this inside? I think I'm gonna let go…" Sully grimaced, feeling his feet slip off the wall.

"Oh yes!" Michaela replied, grimacing as well. She held out a hand to him, which he took before hoisting himself up to the other side of the window. Michaela immediately closed the window and turned to the young man. She walked past him and turned on the light which made them both squint.

Sully froze for a few moments when he saw her long brown hair loose and her long white nightgown which suited her perfectly. And Michaela froze when she saw the buckskins Sully was wearing. A look she found suited him so well. Amazing.

And while neither of them remembered why or how, where Sully had come from or when, they automatically closed in, their mouths crashing together almost primitively.

Sully ran his hands straight through the young woman's hair as he opened his mouth for her, feeling their tongues almost fight for dominance. The young woman moved her hands up Sully's back and gripped his buckskins, feeling herself losing her temper quickly. Feeling truly daring, she took the young man's head in her hands, almost forcing his head into her neck. She wanted him to kiss her here again, which he immediately did, harder than usual and she felt those incessant spasms between her legs again and that wetness that immediately made her recoil.

"Sully…" she whispered, as the young man looked up at her.

"Sorry…Michaela, excuse me…" begged the young man, so ashamed of what had just happened. It was not what he had planned, of course not. She was irresistible...

"No, no, do not apologize. You are welcome." Michaela whispered, her cheeks rosy.

"I came to tell you things…"

Michaela nodded for him to continue.

"All day I had to work, I didn't have time to intercept you when you came back..." began the young man as he put his hands on Michaela's shoulders. "I received a letter from the government, they ordered me to leave Boston tomorrow as soon as possible and return to Colorado…"

Note : Thank you for reading my story! Thank you for your feedback ! I'm glad to see that you still like the story and that you feel concerned by the reactions of Michaela's parents! That's great :) Same for the comment on Michaela's behavior, I'm happy because that's exactly what I wanted to bring out.