Good God...
Was Eames forgetting that they were going to have to leave for work.
And preferably...
Separately.
Mostly.
So that no one would suspect what had just happened.
Instead of heading for his dresser, he saw Eames heading for his stuff on the floor.
She squatted, revealing a very pretty posterior that the fabric of her small panties molded so well, which inflamed it all.
Eames could she not have more modesty...
Instead of exposing herself like that in front of him.
But Goren could not deny that he was really under the spell, and that this vision pleased him rather well.
Even a little too much for his taste.
And that it gave him a lot of little ideas.
My God...
Would he become at this point an obsessive.
He who knew how to be master of his body...
Was no longer in front of the small body of Eames.
Eames took Goren's shirt between his fingers, stood up, and put it on.
What...
Goren almost choked.
Had Eames just put on his shirt.
No.
It was impossible.
And yet...
His shirt was much too big for his small body.
But it did not hide anything of its small curves.
And revealed his long and fine legs.
A violent desire seized him.
At the point that he put a small moan.
And that what there was in his crotch was very pain.
Name of God...
He had to calm down.
Or he was going to jump on her without any restraint.
But he couldn't.
Goren didn't want to scare him.
Eames was a very fragile person psychologically.
So he couldn't behave like an animal.
Eames raised his sleeve to his nose and inhaled Goren's scent and let out a little cry of bliss.
At this little cry, Goren became even more excited, and with all his strength clutched the sheet between his fingers.
But what was she playing at?
Didn't she see that she was disturbing him to the core.
And that if she continued like that...
He would not be able to hold back for long...
And would jump on her without any form of trial.
- You smell really good.
At her words, Goren blushed violently.
He was really good.
Good God...
He had expected everything...
Except this.
Little fingers brushed his forehead, bringing him out of his thoughts, and into the presence of two big hazel eyes that stared at him intensely, and shone with infinite tenderness.
- Bobby... Stop daydreaming.
Daydreaming...
But not at all.
He was just thinking.
Trying to understand Eames' attitude.
Not recognizing the little blonde woman in front of him at all.
So happy...
So alive.
And where there was no more sadness on her face.
And this unreserved way of behaving in front of him.
As if it was normal.
As if...
But it wasn't.
That couldn't be possible.
Eames couldn't think they were a couple.
Not after just one night.
And yet...
In his heart, he hoped so.
In addition...
Eames looked so happy...
Could it be that she was really happy to be with him?
- Bobby... You know... Eames sat cross-legged on the bed in front of him, hands on hips, and looked down, her cheeks pink, becoming all hesitant. I...
No.
It wasn't possible.
Eames wouldn't dare say that.
It just wasn't possible.
Not with a man like him.
No.
Eames couldn't be in love with him.
Sure, she'd had desire for him.
But to imagine that she loved him...
Eames, her face scarlet, raised her head and looked him straight in the eye.
- I love you... Bobby.
Pardon.
Goren had heard him right.
Eames couldn't have said that.
He was just fooling himself.
And yet...
Eames' scarlet face.
That flame in his big hazel eyes.
That determination in his facial features.
He said it was true.
But how could it be.
Eames loved a man like him...
Goren opened his mouth to close it again, still shocked by the words Eames had just spoken.
- Bobby...
Eames nervously clutched the shirt in his hands.
At this gesture, and the concern that was painted on Eames' face, Goren understood that Eames was waiting for an answer from him.
But how could he tell him how he really felt.
It was so embarrassing.
And above all...
Perhaps he had misinterpreted Eames' words.
- All right... Eames got up, got off the bed, turning his back to her. I think I understand.
No.
Eames had not understood anything.
And she was turning away from him, and away from him.
No.
He couldn't let her go like that.
So he put his hand on her wrist, stopped her in her tracks, and pulled her towards him.
- Don't go...
Eames found himself a few inches from Goren, his face close to hers.
He brought his hand to her cheek, and with extreme gentleness caressed it.
- Alex... I…
Good God...
It was so hard to express.
And yet...
That's what he felt deep in his heart.
He slid his fingers down her neck, making her shiver, and then ran them up the back of her neck, taking it in his hand, and bringing his face close to hers.
- Zu... Zu...
At the ringing of the cell phone, Goren lowered his head, a small smile on his lips.
Naturally, he had to be interrupted.
Eames glared at her cell phone and crossed her arms, pouting.
And to think she was going to get a kiss...
But most of all...
She had been waiting so long for the words Goren would say.
And it had to be that at that moment, her phone rang.
It wasn't fair.
Goren took the phone in his hands, and brought it to her ear.
- Goren.
Eames opened his mouth in fright only to close it again.
My God...
Goren had just answered his phone.
And the worst part...
He had openly said his name.
At the look on Eames' face, Goren realized what he had just done.
My God...
He had just made a mistake.
And not just any mistake.
But it was her fault.
He was so upset by her statement that he hadn't noticed that it was Eames' phone that had rung, not his own.
Otherwise he would never have made that mistake.
And he would never have allowed himself to answer his phone.
- What do you mean... Goren. Deakisn spoke in a surprised voice. And why are you answering his phone.
My God...
Goren was in trouble.
What was he going to tell Deakins now.
He couldn't tell him the truth.
I slept with Eames.
And that's why I wrote you back.
Come on now.
Deakins probably wouldn't like it.
Goren would have to come up with a good excuse.
Seeing the concern on Eames' face, Goren tried hard to find a solution.
Then suddenly, the sight of the bruises on his face, on his arms, on his legs, gave him the solution.
All he had to do was tell part of the truth.
- I have my reasons... And you will understand when you see Eames. Eames shook his head in denial, his heart frozen with fear as he took Goren's hint. And why I was with her.
No...
Goren couldn't do that.
He couldn't reveal what she had been through.
She trusted him.
And he...
He was ready to say anything just to keep up appearances.
- We'll be right there.
Goren hung up the phone, put it on the bedside table in the same place he had found it, and turned to Eames with a serious look on his face.
- I couldn't tell Deakins everything... Eames looked at him, his big hazel eyes accusatory. And your face is too marked. Eames brought his hand to his face. Deakins would have suspected something. And he was going to ask you questions. Gently, he took her hand in his, making her uncross her arms, and looked at her with a small, sorry smile on his lips. He will deduce what I always knew from the first moment I saw the first bruise on your body.
Pardon...
What do you mean.
Goren had always known from the first moment.
So he knew.
But how.
Eames had been very careful.
She had done everything to hide her bruises.
So how...
- Did you really think that the foundation that you put on your bruises, would cover them up.
The foundation...
Eames opened his mouth only to close it again, shocked by what Goren had just said.
Goren gently drew Eames against him, wrapped his arm around her waist, squeezed her, and put his hand to her golden hair, stroking it with extreme tenderness.
- God, I felt helpless...
Impotent…
So that's what Goren felt.
Eames raised his head and looked into Goren's darkened brown eyes.
- If only you had dared to confide in me. He took his face in his hands. I could have reacted... And protected you... Goren spoke in a deep voice. Nothing would have frightened me. Not even his death threats against me. He caressed her cheeks gently. You were always the most precious person to me.
The most precious person to him.
Eames couldn't believe it.
It certainly wasn't a declaration of love.
But to her it sounded like one.
So she was precious to him.
- Is it true that I am precious to you.
Goren nodded his head, serious.
Then the heart beating violently in his chest, ready to break, he brought his face closer to hers, and with extreme gentleness, took possession of her lips.
- Oh Bobby... I love you so much.
At his words, Goren becomes totally scarlet.
He pulled his lips away from Eames, rested his chin against hers, and a small smile appeared on his lips.
Good God...
Her words that Eames spoke...
Were so dear to her heart.
And to think that this little piece of woman that made his heart beat had always been there in front of him.
And he was determined to keep her close to him forever.