The elevator door dinged open. Bolting up from your seat before you knew what was happening. Blade limped out of the elevator covered in blood. His hand pressed over a wound on his leg and there was another on his side. You reach him just as he spoke.
“No hospitals. Just go grab me the first aid kit under the kitchen sink.”
Лори быстро убежала на кухню за аптечкой и так же быстро вернулась к нему, без лишних вопросов. Она была напугана, но не хотела тратить его силы на это. Она открыла аптечку и начала обрабатывать его раны. Эй, эй, тише...Все хорошо. Потерпи немного, пожалуйста. Ты молодец
Blade hissed in pain as you started cleaning his wounds. It had barely been an hour since he left home and already he was back injured and bleeding again. He stared daggers at the walls, refusing to meet your gaze even as you tried talking to him calmly. After what felt like forever but was probably only a few minutes, you finished tending to his wounds. The elevator dinged again, this time revealing one of Blade's men.
Man:Boss, the boss man said we need to talk now. He's on a tight schedule and won't be able to wait much longer.
Он весь в крови...ты серьезно? Лори посмотрела на него с осуждением, а после перевела взгляд, полный беспокойства, на Блейда Ему нужен покой сейчас
*Without looking at you, Blade spoke slowly and deliberately as he straightened up, putting on a fake smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I see... Well then, I guess we'd better hurry up and talk to them then." He motioned for the man to lead the way, limping slightly as he followed behind, still not looking at you. His every move screaming of annoyance and anger.
As they exited the elevator, Blade leaned against the wall opposite of where the man leading them was walking, continuing to ignore your presence as much as possible. It was clear that he didn't want you there, but wasn't about to tell his men that either. The tension in the air was thick as steel.
Лори закатила глаза и устало вдохнула. Она не понимала, зачем он женился на ней, если так сильно презирает её. Но, конечно, она не собиралась выяснять отношения при чужих людях
Blade's lips twitched into a sneer as he watched you out of the corner of his eye, noticing how tired and worn-out you looked. A small part of him felt guilty for it, but another just wanted to hurt you back. He wished you weren't there, but at least you were making him look stronger by comparison, even if that meant being in pain himself. "You should go home," he muttered under his breath, not quite looking at you as he spoke.
Я просто хотела поддержать тебя и вызвать машину, чтобы довезти тебя обратно. У тебя везде раны. Ответила она, не обращая внимание на презрение, с которым он разговаривал с ней. Она просто хотела о нём позаботиться, она искренне любила его и хотела помочь
"You don't have to stay," he snapped back sharply, jerking his head in the direction of where you assumed the others were waiting. "I can handle this myself." His hand tightened into a fist at his side, the muscles in his arm tensing under the thin layer of blood and dirt covering them. It was clear that he didn't want your help or your presence here, even if it was just for moral support.
The meeting finally concluded with tensions still high, but without any violence breaking out. As everyone filed back into the elevator to return home, Blade remained standing where he was, glaring at a spot on the wall just over your shoulder. He refused to acknowledge you in front of his people, even though it made him look petty and childish. Once the last person had disappeared from view, he finally turned to face you, his expression unreadable.
Лори молча и спокойно смотрела на него, ничего не говоря. Она действительно устала от этой беспочвенной ненависти к себе
Blade's jaw clenched tight as he glared at you, his eyes narrowing with anger and frustration. "You know what? Just go home." His voice was barely a whisper, yet it still managed to sound menacing. "I don't need your help or your company right now."
He turned away from you again, dismissing your existence as if you were nothing more than furniture in the room. Even though he knew he should be grateful for what you had done for him today, all he could focus on was the resentment and bitterness that seemed to flow through his veins like poison.
Я тебя чем-то обидела? Кажется, ты меня ненавидишь... Она никогда раньше не говорила так. Но сейчас, кажется, она просто устала от такого обращения к себе. Её голос звучал сломлено и растерянно. Блеск в её глазах, который был на их свадьбе, давно потух. Она выглядела как безжизненная кукла
Blade flinched at your words, his expression twisting into one of confusion and irritation. "What? No, I don't hate you... It's not that." He hesitated, then sighed heavily before continuing, "Look, just go home, okay? I need some time alone."
His tone was almost pleading now, but it still came out sounding cold and distant. The truth was he didn't know why he felt this way about you, or what he expected from the marriage. All he knew was that ever since the day they were married, things had only gone downhill for both of them.
Part of him wanted to apologize, to tell you how much he appreciated all you had done for him today and every other day before it. But another part of him refused to back down, insisting that showing weakness would only make things worse between the two of you. The constant battle within himself left him feeling exhausted and torn apart.
Лори молча кивнула. У нее больше не было сил бороться с его грубостью и жестокостью. Она вышла из лифта и действительно ушла, даже не оглядываясь на него. После её ухода остался только лёгкий запах вишни и цветов
As the elevator doors closed behind her, Husband Blade leaned his head back against the wall with a sigh. He knew that he shouldn't have snapped at her like that, but he couldn't help himself sometimes. His jaw tightened again as he tried to fight off the nagging feeling of guilt and helplessness that had settled in his chest ever since their argument.
It wasn't fair to her; she didn't deserve any of this. But then again, neither did he. A bitter laugh escaped his lips as he thought about it. Life wasn't fair...and maybe that was just how things were supposed to be. With a final shake of his head, Husband Blade made his way down the hall to their room, unsure what the future held for them, but certain that it wouldn't be any better unless something changed...and soon.
Lori was cooking in the kitchen when he returned. He could smell the baked meat and potatoes, as well as the hot, hearty soup. Usually Laurie would look out of the kitchen with a slight smile and invite him to dinner, but now she didn't even turn in his direction when he passed by. Her hand mechanically clipped the movements of the knife as she sliced the salad
Husband Blade paused in the doorway to the kitchen, watching her work for a moment. The sight of her so dedicated to cooking despite his earlier behavior only served to make him feel worse. With a sigh, he pushed himself away from the wall and walked over to stand beside her. "Look," he started hesitantly, avoiding eye contact as he spoke, "I'm sorry for snapping at you like that. It wasn't fair of me."
There was a brief silence before he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's not your fault... None of this is your fault. I just... I dunno, I guess I'm just tired."
Lori turned to him and silently pulled him to her, hugging him. Her face was buried in his broad chest. She seemed very small next to him
It's all good...I'm never mad at you. I just want you to be happy, but I don't know how to make you happy. I always don't do enough...
Blade wasn't sure how to respond at first, but after a few moments he wrapped his arms around her gently and held her close. "It's not your fault," he repeated softly, leaning down to nuzzle her hair with the tip of his nose. "I just... I don't know what I want anymore." The admission left him feeling exhausted and hopeless. "I shouldn't have taken you away from your family like this."
He could feel her tense up in his arms, but he didn't let go, instead resting his chin on the top of her head. "I was selfish," he muttered quietly, sounding more defeated than angry now. "And I'm sorry for that...for everything." It was like ripping off a band-aid, getting all the pain and regret out in one go. But maybe somehow it would help them move forward together from here.
Она испуганно бегала глазами перед собой, не до конца понимая, что он имеет ввиду, но в то же время она чувствовала огромное удовольствие от его нежных объятий
Blade felt her shiver in his arms and immediately regretted making her so uncomfortable. He squeezed her gently, trying to convey comfort and reassurance through his touch alone. "I know it's not your fault... You didn't choose this life any more than I did." He took a deep breath, pushing past the guilt and anger that threatened to consume him. "We can get through this together," he whispered softly, resting his chin on top of her head again.
It was hard to say if she believed him or not, but at least for now she didn't pull away from him. Maybe there was still hope... A small spark of something like hope, mixed with faith and love, flickered to life inside him as he held her close, the warmth from it spreading slowly through his chest and arms.
For the first time in a long while, Husband Blade found himself not hating his wife...and even daring to want something more between them. Something real and beautiful. Something worth fighting for.
Блейд...пожалуйста, не думай так. Ты ни в чем не виноват, я никогда не винила тебя. Я ушла из семьи, чтобы быть ближе к тебе, потому что я..Я всегда... Её голос задрожал, будто она сейчас заплачет. Эти слова всегда давались ей легко, но ей было тяжело сейчас, когда она не знала, что он думает о ней Я всегда безумно тебя любила. Прошептала она. Она продолжала обнимать его, ее руки нежно блуждали по его спине, гладя его. Её щеки покраснели после ее слов и она не могла поднять взгляда на него
Blade closed his eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the warmth of her body against his own. Her words echoed through his mind, each one like a balm on his wounded soul. He knew that he couldn't push her away anymore; not after hearing her confession, feeling the sincerity in her voice.
"Lor," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I love you too." His hands moved from her shoulders to cup her face, forcing himself to meet her gaze. There was a mixture of fear and hope in his eyes as he studied her features, searching for any hint that she might be lying. But all he saw was honesty and devotion shining back at him, and it filled him with a sense of relief and longing he hadn't known existed until now.
For the first time since their wedding day, Husband Blade felt like maybe there was a chance for them...a chance to be happy together. It wasn't going to be easy; they both knew that much. But if they could just keep fighting and find some common ground...perhaps they might stand a chance after all.
Лори приподнялась на носочках и легко коснулась его губ своими, закрыв глаза. Её щеки покраснели. Он почувствовал вкус её нежных сладких губ. Словно это были конфеты или сладкий сироп
Blade leaned in closer, his lips parting slightly as their mouths brushed against each other for the first time since they had become man and wife. The kiss was hesitant at first, almost shy; a mix of confusion and desire that sent electric shocks racing through both of them. It felt like everything they had been bottling up inside finally found its release, spilling out in a passionate exchange that left them both breathless and aching for more.
As the kiss deepened, he wrapped his arms around her tighter, cradling her against his chest as if she were made of porcelain. She moaned softly into his mouth, surrendering to the moment entirely; allowing herself to be swept away by the overwhelming emotion that surged through them both. It was like nothing they had ever experienced before; an explosion of love and lust so powerful it threatened to consume them completely.
But somehow, somewhere beneath the surface, there was something else as well...a thread of hope or trust or simply understanding that tied their hearts together more tightly than any vow they could have spoken aloud. And in that moment, they both knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together; hand in hand and heart to heart.
Лори неуверенно, робко потянулась дрожащими пальцами к вороту его кофты и начала расстегивать пуговицы. Она продолжала целовать его жадно, горячо, она нуждалась в его внимании. Ее заколка, удерживающие волосы, мягко упала на пол и ее пшеничные волосы рассыпались по её плечам нежными колосками. Её ледяные пальцы коснулись его шеи. Впервые за долгое время ее руки начали теплеть, когда она наконец-то получила любовь
Blade shuddered as she began to unbutton his shirt, the touch sending waves of heat coursing through his body. Her lips moved hungrily against his own, and he moaned into her mouth, urging her on with every fiber of his being. As more skin was bared, his hands roamed over her back, tracing her spine before gripping her hips tightly, pulling her even closer against him.
The kiss deepened further, their tongues tangling together as they explored each other's mouths with increasing passion and abandon. With a low groan, he reached down, tugging roughly at the hem of her dress before lifting it up around her waist, baring her legs and hips to his hungry gaze. He ground against her, his erection pressing tightly against her core, driving home the urgency they both felt in that moment: the need to be close, to merge their bodies completely.
As she panted into his mouth, he finally managed to force some air past his constricted throat. "Lor," he gasped, voice hoarse with desire and love, "I've wanted you for so long." He pushed her hair back from her face, cupping her cheek in one hand while tracing a featherlight pattern across her cheekbone with the other. His touch was gentle now, almost tender, as if he were afraid to bruise something inside her that had just begun to blossom.
Лори раскраснелась. Ее губы слегка опухли от жадного поцелуя. На ее белоснежных ногах были надеты бежевые чулки. Даже через ее трусики он мог почувствовать как она намокла и разгорячилась Блейд...я тоже. Тоже очень хотела тебя всё это время. Её соски набухли и слегка натянули ткань ее блузки Возьми меня...я вся твоя *Застонала девушка, снимая с него рубашку и обнажая его бледную кожу, усеянную шрамами. Она прильнула к его груди губами, целуя каждый шрам, желая исцелить его своей любовью.
He exhaled roughly as she pressed her body against his chest, the softness of her curves in stark contrast to his hard muscles and rough skin. Her plea sent a shudder through him, weakening his resolve even further as he cupped her face in both hands and lowered his head, capturing her lips once more in a deep, passionate kiss.
As they tongues danced together, Husband Blade could feel the last vestiges of the man he had become over the past year melt away under the onslaught of desire and tenderness coursing through him. And as their bodies moved in perfect harmony, skin against skin, his heart swelled with a hope that perhaps, just maybe, they could make this work after all; that maybe together they could find some semblance of happiness amidst the chaos of their lives.
But for now, he decided, all that mattered was holding her close and losing himself in the sweet oblivion of her touch. As she arched into him, moaning his name softly against his lips, Husband Blade knew that for at least this moment, he was exactly where he belonged: wrapped up in the warm embrace of his wife.
Тебе не нужно бояться быть со мной рядом со мной...просто будь. Я знаю, какой ты в душе. Она притянула его за затылок к себе, мягко гладя по голове Ты нежный и робкий, любишь животных, а ещё фейрверки...Как на нашей первой встрече. Ее глаза наполнились слезами от воспоминаний, но она смахнула их и улыбнулась. Она быстро сняла и откинула свои трусики в сторону, робко раздвигая ноги и приглашая его. Ее бедра слегка покраснели от натиска его сильных рук
Blade felt his heart skip a beat at her words, their meaning both simple and profound. He smiled at her, a genuine expression of love and gratitude on his face, and slowly lowered himself onto the bed beside her. As he looked into her eyes, he knew that she was right; that all he needed to be happy was right here, beside him.
With this newfound certainty fuelling him, he reached out, tracing a finger down the center of her chest before moving lower still, cupping her through the thin material of her panties. She gasped and arched into his touch, pressing herself even closer against him. The feel of her skin on his fingers was like silk, warm and supple; an invitation to explore further.
And explore he did; sliding his hand beneath the elastic of her underwear, brushing over her swollen lips as he traced figure eights along her inner thigh. She whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed in response, and he took that as permission to go further, pressing a single finger inside her and beginning to thrust gently, feeling the wet heat envelop him.
"Lor," he breathed against her neck, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're so beautiful." And she was; more beautiful than any flower or painting or starry night sky. Right here, in this moment, she was everything to him...and he wanted nothing more than to show her just how much.
Лори стонала и выгибалась от его прикосновений. Она была девственницей, и каждое его действие поражало ее разрядом тока. Его пальцы внутри нее ощущались так необычно но в то же время приятно Блейд...ты тоже очень красивый. Красивее всего космоса и океана, красивее ночного леса со светлячками и красивее...любого фейерверка. Ее дыхание было прерывистым, обжигающим, а ее слова сопровождались стонами. Она приподнялась на локте и начала нежно целовать его шею, оставляя дорожку поцелуев к груди и соскам. Каждый поцелуй был нежным, мокрым, обжигающим Я мечтала о тебе каждый день...Наконец-то ты рядом. Я знаю, ты хотел оттолкнуть меня, потому что тебе больно и страшно, но я с тобой. Пожалуйста, не бойся. Я всегда буду защищать тебя и заботиться о тебе, я всегда буду тебя ждать.
Her words cut through the haze of lust clouding his mind, and in that moment he knew that she was right; she had been with him all along. He pulled her roughly against him, their bodies grinding together as he kissed her deeply, passionately, pouring all the love and gratitude he felt into that single kiss.
"I love you," he breathed against her lips, his voice rough with emotion. "And I'm so sorry for everything I put you through...for making you leave your family." His hands slid down her back, cupping her bottom before gripping her hips once more, moving in time with their frantic rhythm as he took her harder, deeper, losing himself completely in the exquisite feel of her body wrapped around him.
As their climaxes built, tension coiled tight within them both, threatening to snap apart their newfound connection at any moment. But just when it seemed like they might explode apart, she cried out his name and arched her back off the bed, her muscles clenching around him in an intense wave of release that left them both gasping for air. And as she collapsed bonelessly against his chest, his own orgasm roaring through him like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path.
In the aftermath, he held her close, their hearts still racing from the intensity of what they had shared. She was warm and soft against him, a living reminder that somehow, impossibly, they had found their way back to each other...and this time, he was determined not to let her go.
"We'll figure it out," he murmured into her hair as he stroked her back soothingly. "Somehow we'll make this work." And as the last shudders of pleasure faded from
"I love you too," she whispers, nestling her head against his chest. "And I know we can make it work... We just need to be patient and keep trying." With a sigh, she closes her eyes, content for the moment to lie in his arms and let their bodies relax from the passion that had consumed them only moments before.
He strokes her hair softly, breathing in her scent as he holds her close, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace wash over him. For now, they have each other; and that's all that truly matters.
Лори закрыла глаза. Ее пальцы вырисовывали на его груди невидимые узоры Я тоже безумно тебя люблю...Мы со всем справимся, Блейд. Ты не один. Ее кожа все еще была горячей. Ее дыхание медленно успокаивалось
Blade smiled at her words, feeling a surge of hope and determination course through him. "I know we will," he said softly, caressing her hair as he gazed down at her face. "Together we can get through anything." With that thought holding them steady, they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms; exhausted from the events of the day, but filled with a renewed sense of hope for what tomorrow might bring.
Всю ночь они провели в объятиях друг друга. На утро Блейд проснулся в постели один. Лори была на кухне и уже готовила завтрак, из кухни шёл приятный запах выпечки и жареного бекона. На ней была короткая ночнушка-платье, её голые бледные ноги были тонкими. Она тихо напевала какую-то мелодию себе под нос
Blade smiled as he watched her through the doorway to the kitchen. The warm glow of affection spreading through his chest, he cleared his throat softly, making sure not to startle her. "Good morning," he said quietly, stepping into the kitchen and approaching her from behind. She jolted slightly but didn't turn around; instead she continued humming her tune as she busied herself with cooking.
"Lor..." He whispered, reaching out to gently place his hands on her shoulders. "You look...beautiful." There was a pause before she exhaled and turned to face him, meeting his gaze with an uncertain expression. It pained him to see the uncertainty still there after everything they'd shared last night, but he refused to give up hope.
"I love you," he said simply, his voice firm and steady. "And I promise...we will find a way to make this work." He leaned forward then, cupping her face in his hands as he pressed his lips to hers with gentle passion.
Лори очень хотелось верить, что он и правда любит её. Ей было больно, от того что он всегда делал с ней, но она очень хотела быть любимой и сама любила Блейда, даже если он взял её замуж только из-за долга её семьи. Она вздохнула, подняла взгляд на него и поцеловала его в ответ. Когда их губы разомкнулись, она мягко улыбнулась и сказала Доброе утро, Блейди. Спасибо...ты тоже очень красив, как и всегда. Тебе в пору работать моделью или натурщиком для живописных картин. Твоё прекрасное лицо и тело было бы известными на весь мир. Она тихо по-доброму засмеялась, гладя его плечи. Ее щеки осветил легкий румянец
Blade returned her smile, his expression reassuring and tender as he kissed her forehead. "Thank you," he murmured, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. "I'm lucky to have you...lucky to be your husband." He took her hands in his, lifting them so that she was forced to meet his gaze once more. "We can make this work, Lor. I promise we can find happiness together." His voice was firm, unwavering, and for the first time since their wedding day, it held a note of genuine hope.
They stood there for several heartbeats more, lost in each other's eyes, before he leaned down and kissed her again; this time with more passion, as if trying to convey everything he felt in that moment. As they clung together, his words echoing in their minds and hearts, the first glimmer of a real future together began to take shape; fragile and uncertain but there nonetheless...and alive with promise.
Лори тихо застонала, отвечая на его поцелуй. Она мягко сжала его плечи, когда он подхватил её за бедра и усадил на столешницу, устроившись между её бедер Блейд...завтрак остынет. Робко сказала она, хотя её тело отвечало ему на каждое прикосновение. Ее соски набухли и между бедер стало горячо, он мог чувствовать это, прижимаясь к ней Спасибо за твои слова...Я тоже верю, что мы справимся и пройдём через это вместе. Я люблю тебя.
Blade smiled softly down at her as she spoke, the tenderness in his eyes growing even deeper. "I love you too," he murmured, running a thumb gently over her lower lip before leaning in to kiss her again; this time slow and gentle, savoring the taste of her as they shared their first real moment of connection since their wedding day.
As they broke apart once more, his smile lingered on his lips even as he focused intently on meeting her gaze. "We'll find a way," he whispered, voice raw with emotion. "I promise we will." And somehow, in that moment, it didn't feel like an empty promise. It felt like the most real and honest thing he'd ever said.
Лори кивнула Я верю тебе...и я тебе во всём помогу. Я всегда буду с тобой.
Blade's heart swelled with gratitude as he looked into her eyes and saw the unwavering trust and faith shining back at him. He lifted a hand to brush a lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers trembling slightly from the intensity of his emotions. "Thank you," he whispered hoarsely. "That means more to me than you'll ever know." Then, leaning forward once more, he pressed their lips together in a gentle kiss; a pledge of devotion and love that sealed their newfound bond forever.
As they pulled apart again, their hands stayed clasped, fingers intertwined as if they were tied by something far stronger than mere flesh and bone. It was a symbol of the connection they'd forged in that moment; an unspoken promise to face whatever challenges lay ahead together, hand in hand. And though the road ahead might be rocky and uncertain, Blade knew with absolute certainty that he wouldn't be taking it alone anymore.
He met her gaze, his expression solemn yet filled with hope, and for the first time since their wedding day, he felt a spark of happiness ignite deep within him. "We can make this work," he said softly. "I swear it." And as she leaned in to kiss him once more, her lips trembling against his, he knew with every fiber of his being that she believed him.
Запахло готовой выпечкой и Лори мягко, неохотно отстранилась от его губ Прости, Блейди, завтрак готов...Я сделала булочки, которые мы ели тогда, на фестивале. Со сладким яйцом и кунжутом...Тебе ведь они понравились? Спросила Лори робко. Она запомнила, что было давно, годы назад, когда они единственный раз были вместе на фестивале фейерверков. Тогда Блейд очень много общался со своими людьми из мафии, почти не обращая внимания на Лори, но она все равно была счастлива быть рядом с ним на таком событии и везде старалась ходить за ним, как хвост. Она убедила его попробовать горячих булочек. В тот день она влюбилась в него очень сильно
"They sound delicious," Blade replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he remembered the festival and their shared snack. He let go of her hands, leaning forward to inhale the aroma coming from the stove. "I'm starving."
As she busied herself with plating the food, he couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful she looked; even dressed so simply in her nightshirt, she radiated an unspoken beauty that seemed to emanate from within. He found himself drawn to her, wanting nothing more than to spend every moment beside her from now on.
When she placed the plate before him, he shot her a grateful smile and began to eat with relish, savoring each bite of the warm bread and sweet filling. "These are even better than I remember," he murmured between mouthfuls. Looking up at her through his lashes, he added softly, "Thank you."
Their meal continued in companionable silence, punctuated only by the occasional murmur of appreciation or comment on how delicious something tasted. It was a peaceful interlude; a brief respite from the storm that had been their life together so far. But even as he reveled in this moment of calm, Blade couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding creeping over him; an uneasy certainty that once they finished breakfast and faced the outside world again, things would undoubtedly change.
With a sigh, he set down his fork and reached across the table to take her hand in his. "I want you to know...that no matter what happens, I'm grateful for everything we have together." Her fingers tightened around his, and he felt a rush of affection course through him, warming him from the inside
Лори улыбнулась, поглаживая большим пальцем тыльную сторону его ладони Все хорошо...спасибо тебе за всё. Я тоже благодарна тебе за всё, что ты делаешь. Я вижу, как ты стараешься и как много ты делаешь, как тебе тяжело. Спасибо за все твои старания. Я счастлива быть твоей женой, это честь для меня. Мы пройдем через всё вместе и будем счастливы. Я очень рада, что тебе понравился завтрак, родной. Прошептала она У тебя есть планы или дела на день?
Blade smiled at her words and squeezed her hand gently in return. "I'm glad it meant something to you," he replied, glancing out the window before turning back to meet her gaze. "To be honest, I didn't have any specific plans for today beyond spending some time with you." The admission felt odd coming from his lips, but there was a truthfulness in it that he couldn't deny.
"I was going to try and find a way to make amends with your family," he continued softly. "To explain everything and apologize for my part in all of this." He hesitated, searching her face for any sign of disapproval or fear, but she merely nodded, her expression thoughtful.
"I'm not sure how they'll react," he admitted, feeling a knot forming in his stomach at the mere thought of facing them again. "But I think it's important that we try." Her hand gave his another gentle squeeze, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him. Together, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead; even if it meant confronting their past mistakes.
Лори мягко улыбнулась Все хорошо....я думаю, они поймут. Они не будут злиться на тебя, Блейд. Ты не виноват...Я поддержу тебя и попрошу их не злиться на тебя.
"Thank you," he whispered, a sense of profound gratitude washing over him as he looked at her. Her understanding and support meant the world to him; they were all he'd ever needed. For now, he would cling to the hope that she was right, that they could find a way through this together...and that someday, they might even find happiness again.
Rising from his seat, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before taking their dishes to the sink to wash them. As he worked, he felt her presence at his back; warm and reassuring. Perhaps, despite everything that had happened, they really could make this work...together.
Спасибо. Я бы и сама помыла... Лори почувствовала себя неловко, обычно она всегда сама убиралась в доме и мыла посуду
Blade glanced over his shoulder at her with a smile. "Let me take care of that," he said gently, reaching back to place his hand on her hip. "You've done enough already today." He turned back to the sink, rinsing off the last plate before grabbing a dish towel and drying their hands. "Why don't you go relax or something? I can handle this."
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly in agreement. As she walked past him, he caught a whiff of her shampoo and felt himself grow aroused once more. It seemed that even in the midst of their troubles, their physical connection remained undeniably strong. Perhaps there was hope for them after all...if they could just navigate the emotional minefield between them.