To the outside world, we were perfect. A modern day romance everyone thought only existed in those old movies I loved so much. You, were always smiling. Laughter was as synonymous to us as the smell of coffee was to the streets of our quaint Italian villa.
Maybe it was the way you constantly hugged my arm as we walked down the cobblestone streets, or perhaps how even after all this time I never once neglected to open a door or pull out a chair for you. Whatever the reason, you believed in our love perhaps even more so than they could ever imagine. All fairy tales, however, must have a villain. You just never expected it to be the prince.
The rain wasn't necessarily coming down hard, more of an inconvenience if anything. Still, you rushed through it making your way to our front door in an attempt to finally be free from its pattering. The smell of the various cafes mixed with the fresh rain filled your scent as you fumbled for your keys. If it wasn't for the fact that your car broke down, the sounds and smells would have been quite relaxing to you.
You welcomed the refuge as you stepped inside. Pulling off your heels as you brushed the damp strands of chestnut hair from your face. You checked yourself in the hallway mirror and realized the damage was much more sustained than you thought. Water rolled down your neck into your cleavage. Your red blouse clinging to your breasts as though it was another layer of your body. Your turquoise nails worked to peel it away as you felt the cold brush across your nipples. Nipples which were clearly visible for all to see. You liked it like that, just enough attention to make heads turn. Maybe that thought is what made your body heat up despite the rains best efforts. Made your breasts swell as you thought of your lovers mouth tenderly drying them were he here. You could practically feel him on you as your gaze held lost in your reflection.
Now, however, was not the time to get lost in a trance. You left your heels at the foot of the stairs at the end of the hallway. You needed to get out of these clothes. Your plan was to do nothing more than dry off and rest next to the balcony as you enjoyed what was tormenting you only moments before. As you neared the top of the stairs however, you heard a noise. A grunt or a groan of some kind. Your heart jumped. Should you call the police? No one should be home. Your curiosity got the better of you though as you inched your way toward the noise.
