My Love Journey's
Storm coming up

I still feel a little withered from last night's battle, but thankfully Paul helped me.

I felt aromatherapy drip oil on my back and the back of my thighs, then Paul's big, soft palms began massaging my body.

"Do you like it?" He asked as he moved his steps slowly from the top of his back to my thighs.

I couldn't even respond with words, and just sighed softly.

Last night still felt like a dream that I myself would not mind if I had to repeat it again and again, I just realized that I continue to imagine every second.

After we finished, I just remembered soaking in warm water and then waking up under the blanket with my body in Paul's arms. My face sank to her neck, next to my arms hugged her chest, while my legs hitched a ride on her hips.

When she finished giving me the softest and most comfortable massage that almost put me to sleep again, I turned around with my towel-clad back on the bed.

"Does this help you?" Paul was still massaging my thighs, making sure the fatigue along the bottom of my body was easing.

"It would be more helpful if you hugged me." I sit on the bed. His eyes briefly caught the top of my unclosed chest, and I smiled amusedly at the sight of his face turning red.

"You want me to hug you?" Paul didn't even bother to hide the mischievous grin on the corner of his lips. "You like it when I hug you?" He knew the answer, only he wanted me to say it to please his ego.

"Maybe" I replied, then put on his shirt and slipped into his warm embrace. Which is always warm. "Maybe I like it when you hold me, or maybe I like the peaceful feeling of being in your arms." My heart rate increased a bit as soon as I said it.

Paul turned me around and pulled me back until his chest fused with my back, then drowned his face in my neck. I always felt like this when she hugged me. Peace and quiet.

"Well, I like to hug you. And I really like it when you're in my arms." said Paul, his breath tickling my skin.

"Yes, you're more skilled than anyone at this" I replied, smiling happily.

"Love," He pushed my chin to look at her. "I want to hear you say it again, just like yesterday."

I know what it means, the shadow as I said that I was beautiful while looking at my body in the mirror started to appear in my head.

My lips curved.

"I'm beautiful." This time, I said it without hesitation, making me smile like a child who had just obtained their dream gift.

My smile rubbed into his face. "Again" his lips moved closer to mine.

"I'm beautiful. Satisfied?" The feeling of wanting to kiss him was greater than anything at the moment.

"You're very, very very beautiful." He finally shut me up with his mouth.

It was not like usual, this time the kiss was soft, slow, but there was an implied meaning there as if he wanted to convey something that could not be expressed. Well, I already know, and he doesn't have to say it out loud.

Something about her that never failed reminded me that she thought I was beautiful made me blush, and my mind repeated those words over and over again.

Paul's tongue swept over my lips before colliding with my tongue, while he pulled me closer by holding my neck. There is nothing more exciting than being in this moment with Paul forever.

Paul's smile rose as bright as the morning sun. "Thank you for taking me back, love."

We relaxed all day before Paul left for the city and I worked the night. One of the things that hasn't changed between us in the past is the schedule. It seems like this won't end before one of us is there to succumb to the job. I love my job, and so does Paul. There may come a time when I stop working and become a submissive housewife who only takes care of and waits for her husband at home, but that is not going to happen anytime soon.

"Your stuff is all? Cell phones, wallets, chargers, passports?" I asked again before we got out of Paul's hotel room. Passports are very important because foreign nationals are here.

Paul nodded. "Of course, you're the only one left behind. If only you could come with me." he murmured weakly.

"Hey, I want to. But, I promised to accompany Kevin on holiday, and I'm off tomorrow." I held both of his hands. "Next time, okay?"

Paul nodded lethargicly. "Other times."

I kissed her face, there was no corner I missed to express my feelings for her, making Paul chuckle. "I love you too, Bianka." he snored, then replied to me in kind.

We were about to step outside the hotel room when my phone rang, I grabbed it from the bag and found my mother's name. "Mom?"

"Oh, honey, are you with Paul?" His voice sounded worried, making me cringe.

"Yes, he was just about to leave the city" I replied, glancing at Paul who looked puzzled at the change in my expression. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, but your father suddenly went crazy and told me to ask you to come with Paul."

I gulped, realizing where this conversation was going. My dad must have heard about Paul and me before we parted ways. I closed for a moment, took a breath before saying, "Alright, we'll be there soon."

"What's up, love?"

"My dad..." I'm speechless. "Somebody said it, but I think he's heard about the cause of my losing our child."

No need to explain at length, Paul already knows what I mean. He nodded, then grabbed the phone from inside his pants pocket before speaking to me. "I'll call my manager for a minute. We're dealing with this together, okay?" I nodded, then he moved to another corner of the hotel room while I paced back and forth like a madman. Panic and worry.

A few minutes later, he came back. "Hey, are you okay?"

"I think it would be worse than I imagined if I heard my mother's voice like that. He was never afraid of my father, but he was..." I don't know how to say it.

Paul pulled me to his chest, calmed me there. "Calm down, there I am. Everything's gonna be okay."

I'm shaking. "What if he asks me to leave you? What if he doesn't approve of our relationship. I know you have a special place in his heart, but now I'm not sure anymore. What if..."

"Sshhh, love..." Paul cupped my face with both hands. "Trust me, everything will be fine. I'm not leaving you. I pledge. Okay?"

I took a deep breath, squeezed the side of his shirt firmly, then nodded and looked at him. "Never leave me again."

"I promise."