52. Bath time Part 2

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Arie continued...

"What is?" I ask.

"We have always been in love."

I gulp at his statement then sigh.
"Why are you saying this when it's too late?"

"It's only too late when you don't love me anymore."

"I will always love you."

"When you stop being In- love with me I mean."

Will that ever happen? I don't remember a time I wasn't in love with Trish.

Even when I was small I always longed to be in his presence. I didn't understand that desire was love until I got older but wanting him...Yearning for Trish...I still do.

"And Bree?" I ask after a minute of contemplation.

"I'm ending it with Bree as soon as she returns."

"From?"

"Spain. Her parents surprised her with tickets."

"What a charmed life." I say flatly.

He smiles as he reaches up to play with a ringlet near my ear.

"Do you want me to take you to Spain?" He asks.

"Stop looking at me like that." I snap as I gently lift his head a bit to work the lather through the rest of his hair and scalp.

"Why? Cause you're in love with me?"

"Cause it's unnerving."

"You're lying. It's disarming not unnerving. You can't lie as long as I look at you like this. Tell me you don't love me and I'll stop."

"You know I do."

"Say the words."

"Why?"

"It'll stop the aching I've felt in my chest for days. Maybe help me sleep."

My fingers halt, "You're kidding?"

He slowly shakes his head.
"It hurts a lot." He says with sad eyes.

"Why?"

"I'm scared you'll love him more than me and disappear forever."

I sigh as I shake my head.

"When did you get this expressive?" I ask him as a dull ache starts to spread across my chest. Great...it's catching.

"I've been working with Elijah on expressing myself better."

"You're doing a good job. I think he's good for you." I tell him relieved at the change in subject.

I reach for the water hose and turn the dial before testing the water on my fingers.

"He wants to meet you." He says as I rinse the shampoo from his hair.

"Why?"

He reaches up to once again finger the curls around my face.

"I talk about you a lot. Would you come for me?"

"Don't you already know the answer?"

"Tell me anyway."

I pause to look into his eyes they plead with me.
I exhale loudly as I accept defeat.

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