Only Yours

The room was bright, clean, spacious and gave the impression of a recently occupied or a hotel room: everything was too neat, in its place and a little impersonal - nothing shows the character of the owner and his preferences.

Natalie sat down on the sofa, leaving her sandals at the entrance, and Amir went out to see Nabil.

Natalie looked around; she was completely calm and also completely happy. Mind worked clearly, she was absolutely in the present moment...

But still, when returning Amir sat down next to her and began kissing her, consciousness turned off for a while and returned only at the moment when he tightly, in a special way, squeezed her in his arms and, picking her up, carried to a bed...

Here they spent the rest of the evening, all night and half of the next day... if it were her will, she would spend her life with him here, on this bed, so good she felt with Amir as with no one ever. His closeness gave her of a state that, in the language of people, is probably called "bliss" and in which the soul wants to remain always, because it is so indescribably sweet and healing.

What was it? Some waves coming from him? Radiation of his soul? His true self? She felt good, calm, she only needed him - as close as possible - to see, to hear, to touch, to smell his aroma, to feel his breath. His kisses were too wet, caresses seemed lazy... but his closeness was incomparable with anything - it was her paradise.

Perhaps these hugs of him, when he picked her up in his arms, lifting from the ground, were the only moments when his passion manifested itself clearly.

"You're mine, just mine!" - said his hands... "Yours, only yours!" - answered her eyes shining with love. The same words he whispered to her at night: "You are mine! Just mine!" and she happily, reassuringly affirmed: "Yes, my love, I'm only yours!"

And that was true. If he could look into her heart... well, in Natalie's life, as in the life of any beautiful woman, there were many men. They appeared on their own, as if from nowhere, with their ardor and desire for relationship. To many of them, Natalie seemed strict, even arrogant, and it was difficult for them to understand that her manner of behaving was a necessary protection from constant, too intrusive attention.

But with Amir she was different. This was her man, the one she always dreamed of - her prince, her love, the one she wanted to call her husband and father of her son... And everything that was before has now lost its meaning.

Yes, if he could look into her heart, it would never occur to him to be jealous of her.

"Natalie: the Art of Living" novel

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