Wicked Wednesday #326 — Love <3

It was all so familiar, everything was so familiar even though it was in a new place. The entire time that Rafe had been at her apartment taking care of her, they had only ever been in her bed the one time and it was a farewell.
It had felt like farewell, but waking up in her new apartment with Rafe felt like part of their old routine. Because she had woken up beside him for so many years. Rafe looked very comfortable as well. Eliza could see in the mirror across from the bed, as he held her close to him. As usual, he pulled her close when he felt her move awake and she saw his eyelids move from a thin crescent to a flitter.
He kissed her temple, and she closed her eyes. The night before came back to her in a blur… They went out for a fancy dinner, at a haunt they used to frequent. They had a private room, because if people saw them together they would make assumptions and he was engaged to Ingrid now.
Eliza had dressed in a cocktail dress of hers, that she used to wear all the time in the beginning of their relationship. She had put on perfume that she used to wear them—it was supposed to be an ode to their relationship past.
There was not supposed to be a future.
They ate things they liked, and told each other how much they admired each other.
“It was not just what happened with Lila,” Eliza started, putting her fork down. “It was just that I realized that I was not as well-suited for you as Ingrid will be for example.”
Rafe wiped his mouth.
“I never ever wanted to hurt you, but it was all I seemed to do.”
“There was a whole lot of love before there was what severed us, what broke us you know? I will always love you.”
It was saying that aloud that broke her. The tears she caged however, were the tears that Rafe released. She got up, and wiped a tear from his cheek and he took her hand and kissed it.
Kissed her wrist, her elbow—pulled her to him. She fell into his lap, more than sat on it and he kissed her shoulder.
They kissed each other, it was magnetic. He pulled her head to his, and they kissed while she pushed her palms into his thighs for support. She felt him accidentally, and knew what was going to happen between them.
They were going to make love.
Now she was watching him look at her in the mirror, and she saw her face too. She saw love—love that had been hidden and now peeked out from behind its corner. Ingrid and Rafe had an open relationship, so she was not doing anything wrong. Ingrid always said that he still loved her so much, that she knew he would always hold her in his heart…
…and now he was holding her in his arms.

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