A Lost Love (standard:romance, 14389 words)
Author: Chantell	Added: Dec 26 2008	Views/Reads: 3252/2146	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
3/4 of this is true. The parts that are not true are the parts that I add to make it less obvious that it's a true story, and the 2 intimate scenes.

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mini-bar that he bought last year and took a bottle of fine red wine 
out; exactly the same wine that Rosabella and Cecilius drank the first 
time they went out on an official date. He took a glass of it and 
started to walk around the house, room to room. What Max had said about 
his house how big it was came to mind...and he was right it, indeed, 
was big...big, yet empty. No sound, no human presence, just memories 
kept inside the walls. Darkness and silence annoyed him so he turned 
the stereo up in his bedroom; played a song that he made a while ago, 
and went to the balcony. The night was clear with a full moon. Cecilius 
went and lay down on a bench that his bro made him when he moved inside 
the house. He started thinking again, he couldn't understand any of it. 
Cecilius knew that his heart loved, and still loves, Rosabella and her 
family. He knew it exactly the same way as Cecilius knew he was alive. 
Cecilius argued with himself as he asked himself, Is it possible to 
love two girls at the same time? Is it? Or is my mind playing tricks on 
me? I mean if I had to choose which one to marry without a doubt I'd 
chose Rosabella, but still....could it be that I love Rosabella with my 
heart and my mind just happened to be interested in someone else at the 
same time? I don't know...I'm not even sure I want to know. It's not 
important anyway...I love Rosabella she loves me why go and risk 
everything for some girl that I hardly know? Max...the annoying, yet 
caring, member of family. Ambrosi careful, harsh, hardy, yet 
trustworthy, and a good friend. Basically all of her family was nice; 
He knew them all, and they accepted Rosabella and Cecilius. Oh, yes, 
sweet amore mio...loving, caring, passionate, careful...awesome 
person...no words to describe my feelings towards her.... Am I willing 
to lose her? Am I? Maybe it's just hormones kicking in... I simply 
don't know..., he thought. His mind continued wandering away as he 
slowly fell into comfy sleep. When he woke up it was still dark 
outside, he was worried and went looking for her. Cecilius was ready to 
search every part of the town....and he knew where she went. 

Tears were streaming down Rosabella's face so fiercely that she couldn't
see. She slowed her pace, still crying, and sank to the ground wrapping 
her arms around her knees. Rosabella stayed like that crying her head 
on her knees, only thinking about his tender touch. Rosabella wanted so 
badly to go back to him, to once again be in his loving arms, to once 
again be loved by him. “He hates me,” She yelled. “How can he do this 
to me?” The sun now set; as it grew darker Rosabella stayed still, only 
crying; not moving an inch. “Why did this happen to me,” She cried into 
the night. She couldn't see a thing with the combination of the tears 
running down her face and the dark night stretching out ahead of her. 
Rosabella sat in the darkest of the night, pain overflowing her heart. 
Sobs escaped her chest, painful sorrowful cries. What was left of her 
heart? She felt as though it had been ripped from her chest and 
destroyed. As if it no longer existed. The pain was unbearable. The 
dark sky above Rosabella began to cry. The tears falling from the sky 
were even with her own tears. For every tear that had fallen from her 
cheek now fell from the sky. It seemed as though the sky was crying for 
her, as though it felt the pain she did. Rosabella slowly dragged 
herself to her feet forcing herself to move forward into the dark, 
never ending night. She couldn't see a thing; Rosabella was soaked from 
the rain. Slowly, she forced one foot in front of the other. She made 
very little progress before she tripped over something. She cursed as 
she fell on wood that cut her palms. She pulled herself up once again, 
forcing herself to walk more. The sobs from Rosabella's chest were 
unbearable; each one was like a dagger piercing her chest. Rosabella 
slowly moved forward as she cried. Rosabella couldn't stop crying the 
tears escaping her eyes before she had noticed. The sky's tears were 
never ending as well, as Rosabella cried more the sky cried more. She 
cried harder the sky cried harder. She fell many times unable to stay 
standing, finally she couldn't take it. Rosabella fell once more, to 
only her knees this time. “Why did this happen to me?” she cried into 
the night. “Why, why, why,” Rosabella cried again, her head falling 
into her scratched palms. Rosabella's head pounded in rhythm with her 
sobs. She could barely breathe while crying this hard. “Rosabella, are 
you all right?” she heard someone call behind her. Rosabella's tears 
suddenly came to a halt, as did her breathing. Rosabella turned to see 
him once again. She dragged herself to her feet and ran into his arms. 
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him. He wrapped a 
blanket around her; the rain steadied, now only a drizzle. “Let's get 
you home,” he said picking her up, and carrying her towards his car. 
She only stared at his face, but soon fell asleep. When Rosabella woke 
she was in his car, and he was driving me home. The car came to a halt 
Rosabella looked out the window noticing we were at his place. “I 
thought you said you were taking me home,” she said looking at him, 
confused. He turned to look at her; she was lost in his eyes again. 
“You can stay at my place for tonight, ok?” he asked her. Rosabella 
nodded still lost in his gaze. He got out of the car, and walked around 
to her door. He opened the door for her and picked her up, carrying her 
inside. When they got inside Rosabella changed into some dry clothes 
and tried to sleep. She noticed him watching her. Rosabella turned to 
look at him and he smiled at her. “I'm sorry I hurt you, Rosabella,” he 
said, his smile fading. Rosabella walked over and sat next to him. 
“Don't be,” she said, her eyes filling with tears again. He traced the 
side of Rosabella's face, but soon withdrew his hand. He turned his 
head away from Rosabella. She put her hand on his cheek and turned his 
face towards hers. They stared at each other's eyes; Rosabella traced 
his lips with her fingers, over and over again. Her fingers froze in 
place on his lips; her breath came to a sudden halt once more. He 
leaned in to kiss her, she pulled away. Rosabella's eyes filled with 
new tears, as tears overflowed from her eyes and streamed softly down 
her face. He put his hands on each side of Rosabella's face, drying her 
tears. She cried more and pressed her lips together squeezing her eyes 
tightly shut, trying to hold back the new tears that she knew came with 
his touch. Rosabella put her hand on his and leaned into his touch. She 
broke down crying once more. Rosabella couldn't take the pain it was 
too much. He kissed Rosabella's forehead and tried to calm her. She 
woke in the comfort of his arms the next morning. During the time that 
she had been crying and the time she fell asleep, he had carried her to 
his bed and she had slept there quietly in his arms. He was still 
sleeping, Rosabella ran her fingers through his soft, silk like hair, 
and traced his lips over and over again. She kissed him on the cheek 
and knew that she should leave, but was unable to pull herself from the 
comfort of his arms. Rosabella stayed still and continued tracing his 
lips soon falling asleep again. She woke to a stir finding that he was 
awake. He smiled at her. She hadn't noticed that her fingers were still 
on his lips until he kissed her fingers, then leaned in and kissed 
Rosabella's forehead. He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her, 
his lips soft and tender on hers. Rosabella closed her eyes and put her 
hand on his. His other hand wrapped around Rosabella's waist pulling 
her towards him. She wrapped her arms around his neck still kissing 
him. Rosabella pulled away from him thinking that she didn't want to be 
hurt yet again. Tears came to her eyes as she stared at his beautiful 
dark blue eyes. He leaned into her again. She closed her eyes as he 
kissed her once more. He'd never kissed her like that before, so 
passionately. Rosabella couldn't help herself, she kissed him back. He 
finally pulled away from her. She slowly opened her eyes looking back 
and forth at his eyes. Rosabella lay there, staring at him for a long 
while. She traced the lines on his palm as he watched her. He pulled 
Rosabella's hand to his face. She watched the path their hands took. He 
kissed her hand and looked at her. Rosabella traced his lips, then his 
cheek with her hand. She traced all the features on his face memorizing 
them. She leaned in to kiss him, her hand still on his face. He kissed 
her back placing his hand on her neck, and his other hand still on 
Rosabella's. The kiss ended after what seemed like an eternity. 
Rosabella took a long, deep, shallow breath and stared at his 
beautiful, cobalt eyes yet again. Rosabella awoke yet again noticing 
that she had fallen asleep once more, but Cecilius wasn't next to her. 
Rosabella began to worry and got out of bed. She walked towards the 
kitchen, beginning to smell something wonderful. She turned the corner 
and saw he was making breakfast, though it was two in the afternoon. 
“Good morning, amore,” he said as he wrapped an arm around Rosabella's 
waist and kissed her forehead.  She leaned against him, still tired and 
her hair a mess. He kissed the top of her head as he continued cooking. 
Rosabella wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him to herself, 
his arm still around her waist. While he was still cooking Rosabella 
walked away to explore the house, wondering if his house was still the 
same as she remembered it. His house smelled and looked wonderful, 
better than she remembered. Rosabella scanned her fingers along the 
shelf with our pictures on it. She laughed at some of the pictures and 
gawked at the some of the others surprised that he had kept them. While 
she was still looking at the pictures, not noticing how much time had 
passed, Cecilius came up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist 
and started kissing her neck. He laid his chin on Rosabella's shoulder 
and said “Breakfast is ready, bella donna.” “I didn't know you kept all 
of these pictures Cecilius,” she said twining her fingers in his. “Of 
course, Rosabella, why wouldn't I,” he said. Rosabella shrugged, 
turning to look at him. He looked back at her eyes and kissed her. 
“C'mon, amore,” he said pulling her, “breakfast is done, and you should 
eat.” “Okay,” she said, his arms still wrapped around her waist as they 
walked. He pulled Rosabella's chair out for her, finally removing his 
arms from around her waist, which she was a bit upset about. Rosabella 
sat down and he served breakfast for her and sat next to her, serving 
breakfast for himself as well. She couldn't believe how he went out of 
his way to do things for her. She smiled and he began to eat, Rosabella 
followed him and began to eat as well. It was just as she remembered 
his cooking wonderful. “When would you like me to take you home, Hun?” 
he asked. “Um......... I don't know. I'd rather stay here as long as I 
could....... If you don't mind that is,” I said “Not at all,” he said a 
smile appearing on his face. They finished eating and Rosabella helped 
Ceclilius clean up and with the dishes. They joked as they did the 
dishes; by the time they were done Rosabella was soaked with soapy 
water. “I'm going to go take a shower,” She said to Ceclilius. “Okay, 
would you like me to join you?” he asked jokingly. She turned towards 
him, her mouth hung open. He laughed at her expression. He walked over 
to Rosabella, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her. She 
wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She pulled back, 
her arms still around his neck, his arms around her waist. “I'm going 
to go take a shower now, Cecilius,” Rosabella said, kissing him again. 
“Okay,” he said kissing her back, she pulled away and started walking 
towards the closet to get a towel. He ran to catch up with her wrapping 
his arms around her waist walking with her. She grabbed a towel and got 
in the shower while Cecilius straightened things out around the house. 
The hot water relaxed her muscles as she finally relaxed and calmed 
down. When the hot water finally ran out, Rosabella turned off the 
water and wrapped herself in the towel. She grabbed her dirty clothes 
and walked over to the laundry room to throw them in the washer. She 
started the washer and walked to Cecilius's room to get some clean 
clothes. Rosabella was going through the dresser for some clean clothes 
when Cecilius came up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her 
waist. He pulled her wet hair back and kissed her neck. Rosabella 
giggled from it tickling, and leaned her head to the side. Cecilius 
kept kissing her neck, her arms fell limp at her side and her breath 
quickened. He kissed down Rosabella's neck and her shoulder. Then 
Cecilius kissed back up her neck and her jaw, and back down to her neck 
again. Cecilius continued kissing her neck, then licked her neck. 
Rosabella shivered, not from being cold but from his tender, soft 
touch. Her breath was slow and shallow. Cecilius kissed around her 
neck, up her neck, then her jaw. He moved to Rosabella's lips and 
started kissing her. She kissed him back wrapping her arms around him. 
Cecilius started backing her up towards his bed. She couldn't help 
herself; she followed his lead and backed up towards his bed still 
kissing him. When her knees hit the side of the bed she sat down, him 
leaning towards her. Rosabella leaned back and moved to the middle of 
the bed.Cecilius laid down on top of her, still kissing her. Cecilius 
took his shirt off, and then started to unwrap the towel that was still 
around Rosabella. She stopped him and sat up, wrapping the towel around 
herself again. “I-I-I'm sorry,” She said breathless, running her 
fingers through her hair, and her other hand holding the towel shut 
around herself. “No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I-I 
just....... I'm sorry, Rosa,” he said. “It's ok,” Rosabella said still 
breathless as she got up. She grabbed some clean clothes out of the 
dresser and went in the bathroom and got dressed. After she finished 
getting dressed she ran her fingers through her, still damp, hair and 
held onto the sink for support. Rosabella took a deep breath to calm 
herself still not fully sure that Cecilius had really done that. She 
wasn't ready to face him again, just yet, so she stalled. She brushed 
her teeth and dried her hair. She took one last deep breath, and was 
ready..... in a way. Rosabella walked out of the bathroom noticing he 
was no longer in his room. She walked out of his room, and didn't see 
Cecilius anywhere. She remembered where he usually went when something 
big happens and he feels responsible for it. She walked through the 
living room, to the sliding glass doors that led to his balcony. 
Rosabella opened the door and stepped out onto the balcony and found 
him there. He was leaning against the railing, staring at the sky. She 
walked over and stood beside Cecilius. “Are you ok, Cecil?” she asked. 
Cecilius's head fell into his hands as he said, “Yes, 
I'm.....fine......Rosabella.” A long eerie silence passed as they both 
thought about the previous events. The sun started to set; she hadn't 
noticed how much time had passed. “It's beautiful, isn't it, amore?” he 
said. Rosabella nodded, surprised that he had spoken. She turned to 
look at him instead of the never ending sky. Cecilius continued looking 
at the sky not noticing that she was staring at him. She laid her head 
on her arm, still staring at him, lost in thought. Cecilius glanced at 
her and half smiled. He walked behind her and wrapped his arms around 
her, laying his head on her shoulder. Rosabella twined her fingers with 
his. “Sing something, Rose,” he said. “Okay,” Rosabella said as she 
turned and kissed him, thinking of what to sing. She chose one of her 
favorite songs: You and Me. Rosabella started to sing, “What day is it? 
And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive.” Cecilius started 
to sway side to side, his arms still around her waist, and swayed with 
him. She continued to sing as Cecilius swayed and hummed, “I can't keep 
up, and I can't back down. I've been losing so much time.” 

Chapter two: 

The day finally came for Cecilius to take Rosabella home. Rosabella
still called her parents house “home”, she could never quite get rid of 
that habit. He had called her parents and assured them that she was 
safe and doing well. “Why must I go back so soon?” Rosabella moaned, 
pouting. Cecilius looked at her smiling as she pouted. “You look 
dazzling when you pout. You know that?” he said as he lifted her chin 
and kissed her eagerly. “Maybe I'll pout more often, then,” Rosabella 
said. Cecilius chuckled kissing her once again. “Well,” he said 
wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her towards the car. “I 
have no choice but to take you home now. Your parents will be worried 
if I don't return you to them soon.” Cecilius opened the passenger door 
for her. She got in the car. He shut the door after her and walked 
around the car. He shut the door and started the car. Rosabella was 
pouting again. “Would you please stop pouting Rosabella, it only makes 
me want you more.” She couldn't help but smile at that. “There we go,” 
he said smiling back. “It's great to see you smiling again after.....” 
he trailed off. Rosabella quickly changed the subject, “When will I be 
able to come back, Cecilius?” “Soon, amore, soon,” he said. She turned 
and looked out the window as he drove her home. She saw Cecilius glance 
at her many times, he looked almost disappointed. “What is it Cecilius? 
You look almost......upset.” Rosabella asked. “It is nothing, Rose. You 
have naught to worry about.” She stared at him as he kept his eyes 
glued to the road. Rosabella could tell something was wrong, and yet, 
he just wouldn't tell her what. How she wished he would tell her 
everything that ran through his head in those few minutes. She couldn't 
take her eyes off of him. Those eyes, that face, those perfect, 
luscious lips; she longed to kiss him once again; to feel the rush of 
adrenaline as he took her in his arms and kissed her with a passion. 
Cecilius glanced at Rosabella finally noticing her staring at him. He 
smiled, “What?” he chuckled once again. “Nothing,” she answered folding 
her hands in her lap and staring at them. After a few minutes of 
silence he said, “amore.” Rosabella looked up to see him staring at 
her; not noticing he had stopped the car. He had pulled over, probably 
worried from her acting so. “Yes?” She asked looking at him. Rosabella 
felt wretched when she looked into his eyes, filled with worry and 
sadness. Hardly able to bear his glare, as he searched her eyes, a 
moment longer, she turned away. “Please, Rosa, tell me what is 
bothering you.” “It's nothing, Cecil, nothing....” She froze again 
staring at her hands to keep her eyes from reverting back to his. “It 
is just that......” She trailed off once again. “You seem so upset and 
I feel it's my doing, Cecilius that is all,” she said finally forcing 
the words out of herself. “Rosa, it is not your fault. Do not blame 
yourself for my mind wandering and only thinking of the worse. 
Rosabella, you must promise me that no matter what thoughts I have, no 
matter how utterly mad or upset I am you will not think yourself at 
fault. Can you do that for me, Rosabella?” He asked raising his 
eyebrow. “I-I suppose so.” “Good, now that we have that settled, let's 
get you home,” he said starting the car again. Rosabella still couldn't 
take her eyes from his face. The sun was high in the sky. The sun 
hitting his face at such an angle, it was unreal! His eyes glistened in 
response to the sunlight. Cecilius's face relaxed, not holding that 
smile she so loved. He started to hum the song she had sung just the 
night before. He smiled and chuckled apparently remembering it well. 
Rosabella smiled in response to his face lighting up with that 
wonderful smile again. “As you know very well, Rosabella, my voice is 
not as exquisite as yours. Would you mind singing again for me?” he 
asked. She giggled at the compliment, butterflies filled her stomach 
with surprise and nervousness, but why? She had never been nervous to 
sing for him before. Why did she feel this way now? The butterflies 
were almost unbearable, to the point of nausea. “I'd really rather not, 
Cecilius. I'm not up to it right now.” “That's fine, Rosabella, I can 
hear your beautiful voice anytime you wish to share it with me. No need 
to press for it now.” They had arrived at Rosabella's parent's house. 
“Mind if I join you, Rosabella?” Cecilius asked. She smiled not able to 
help it, “No, not at all.” “Thank you,” he smiled back. He followed her 
inside his arm around her waist. Rosabella's parents were very fond of 
him. They thought him perfect for her. She had assumed that that was 
why they did not mind her staying at his place for so long. When they 
walked in the door her parents greeted them warmly. “Rosabella, 
Cecilius, welcome home,” they said as if he was already part of the 
family. He fit in so very well with her family, got along well with 
her: younger brother, two older sisters, niece, and nephew. “Cecil!” 
Rosabella's two-year-old niece yelled as she hugged him. “Hi, Zaira,” 
he said picking her up as she hugged him again. Rosabella's older 
sister and she laughed as she did so. “Hey, Serafina,” Rosabella said 
hugging her sister as she walked in with her boyfriend, Allessandro, 
following behind her. Rosabella hugged him as well, as he greeted them. 
Rosabella's eldest sister then walked in the door with her nephew and 
her husband. “Aida, I haven't seen you in a while,” she said hugging 
her, picking up her nephew, Savino. “Hi, Savino,” Rosabella said giving 
him a big hug as he shrieked her name with a big smile on his face. 
Rosabella's brother then walked in. “What's all the ruckus about this 
time,” he said leaning against the wall eating something. “Hey, 
Maxamiliano,” Rosabella said laughing at him. “Hey sis, hey Aida,” he 
said. “Hey, Cecilius, it's been a while how you been?” he said averting 
his attention to Cecilius now. “Good, and you Max?” Cecilius said 
wrapping an arm around Rosabella's waist, still holding Zaira and her 
holding Savino. “Great! Hey sis when you gonna have one of your own of 
those?” he said looking at Rosabella as he played with Savino's hair. 
Her mouth fell open and everyone laughed at her, even Cecilius. “Not 
anytime soon,” Cecilius answered for her. She should have figured her 
brother would ask something like that. Rosabella rolled her eyes at her 
brother and walked past him in the kitchen, still holding Savino. 
Cecilius stayed behind to converse with the rest of my family. “Hey, 
Mom, Dad,” She said hugging her mother then her father. “Hey, honey,” 
Rosabella's father said hugging her back. “I hope Cecilius's answer to 
your brother's question was truthful,” he said scolding her. “It is 
Dantel,” her mother said trying to suppress a laugh. “It is Papa,” 
Rosabella said smiling. “Dinner is almost ready,” her mother said. “Ok, 
I'm going to go back and talk to Aida,” She said turning and walking 
back into the dining room. She set Savino down and sat down next to 
Cecilius, wrapping her arm around him. Rosabella yawned and laid her 
head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head with his soft, warm 
lips. He was still conversing with the rest of her family. “So, Rose, 
what happened while you were at Cecilius's place?” Maxamiliano said 
with a grin appearing on his face. She glared at him, how he loved 
teasing her so. Cecilius laughed at his question then answered, 
“Nothing, she just needed some time alone and needed to talk to me. So, 
she stayed at my place for a few days until things calmed down a bit.” 
“Oh......” Maxamiliano said trailing off. “Dinner's done,” her mother 
called out. Thank the heavens. They all went and sat at the table 
resituating themselves at least three times until finally satisfied 
with where they sat. How well Cecilius fit into her family. Rosabella's 
family loved him and treated him as though he was part of the family. 
Her mind began to wander. What if what had happened just a few nights 
ago had never been resolved? What if Cecilius and Rosabella had stayed 
broken up? Would her family still except him as they did now after 
knowing what he was going to do? Rosabella was pulled back to the 
present when Savino pulled on her shirt. She smiled warmly at him, 
“Yes, Savino?” She asked. He was only three and very shy at times. “Can 
you please get me a plate to eat, Rosa?” he asked. “Of course, hun,” 
she said giving a little of what he said he wanted. She got less food 
than he did. Rosabella wasn't that hungry since her mind had started to 
wander. She only pushed the food around her plate while everyone else 
talked and ate. Cecilius glanced at her several times with worry and 
curiosity in his eyes. She smiled a fake smile, she knew he wouldn't 
buy it but it would bide her time. After dinner, Cecilius offered to 
help clean up. They told her parents to relax and converse with the 
others while they cleaned up and did the after dinner chores. As 
Rosabella washed the dishes and he rinsed, dried, and put away, he 
started to approach the subject slowly but she could easily tell that 
it was escalating to it. “What was wrong at dinner?” Cecilius finally 
asked. “Nothing, Cecilius,” Rosabella said with another fake smile 
hoping he would be too busy to notice what it was she was trying to 
hide, it didn't work. He lifted her chin with his hand to look her in 
the eyes so it was impossible for her to lie a moment longer. How 
mesmerizing he could be if he wanted, and how well he knew it. “I-I was 
just thinking, my mind was wandering is all. Thoughts that never should 
have come to mind,” Rosabella said, only telling him half of the truth. 
He saw right through it once again. Rosabella turned away from his 
beautiful, dark blue eyes; she couldn't stand his gaze a moment longer. 
He kissed her, his lips full and soft on Rosabella's. Though her hands 
being soapy and wet from the dishwater, she wrapped her arms around his 
neck and kissed him back. Her body molded perfectly to his, as if they 
were one, meant to be. Rosabella's brother walked in to give them a 
dish that they had forgotten. Right in the middle of the kiss too! No! 
“Oh! Bella and Cecil are kissing!” he yelled aloud. They stopped 
kissing. Cecilius turned and smiled at her brother shushing him. How 
annoying her brother could be at times. Rosabella turned and looked at 
Maxamiliano; he stuck his tongue out at her. Rosabella rolled her eyes 
and turned back to Cecilius, kissing him again. “Mom, Dad, Cecil and 
Rose are kissing!” he yelled again. Aida walked in and made my brother 
get out of the kitchen. “You need to stop yelling, Max,” Aida said, as 
she led him to the family room. “But....” he said, his voice trailing 
off as Aida led him away from them. Rosabella giggled and turned back 
to Cecilius. He kissed her again, more passionately this time. 
Rosabella's little brother must have told her father because he walked 
in then. She pulled away from Cecilius and turned back to finish the 
dishes, smiling. Cecilius cleared his throat as her father crossed the 
room. Cecilius pressed his lips together in a fine line. She longed to 
be in his arms again. “So, how were you the past few days, Rosa?” her 
father asked. It was evident that he did not plan on leaving her alone 
with Cecilius any time soon. “Good, Dad,” she said scowling at him, 
annoyed that he didn't trust her. He smiled at Rosabella's expression 
then turned his attention to Cecilius. “Cecilius, it's been a while 
since I last saw you,” he said. “Yeah, it's been a long while actually. 
How have you been, Sir?” Cecilius said to her father. “Good,” Dantel 
answered, a real smile appearing on his face. Dantel sat down at the 
counter, gesturing for them to join him. Cecilius wrapped his arm 
around Rosabella's waist as they sat down. Dantel smiled warmly at 
them. Rosabella folded her hands on the counter, she was nervous. She 
tapped her finger nails on the counter again and again until Cecilius 
seized her hands, raised them to his lips, and then kissed them; 
smiling at her. She smiled back. Had it been another circumstance she 
would have kissed him, but with her father right there she dared not. 
Dantel and Cecilius talked for a long while. Rosabella hadn't heard 
most of their conversation because her mind was wandering once again. 
So much was running through her head in those long, torturing minutes. 
She glanced at the clock: 10pm........had it been so long already? 
Cecilius and her father had been talking for nearly two hours now. 
Rosabella looked out the window, sure enough, it was dark outside. 
“Rosabella,” Cecilius said shaking her shoulder. She had spaced out 
again. Rosabella blinked a few times, turning her attention back to 
Cecilius. “Will you join us in the family room, Rose?” Cecilius asked. 
She nodded not noticing she had done so. She stood up and followed him 
into the family room where the rest of my family greeted them warmly. 
They were all laughing and smiling, having a great time. Rosabella's 
niece ran to her, hugging her. Rosabella picked her up and kissed her 
on her cheek. She hugged Rosabella again. Rosabella sat down still 
holding Zaira. It was pleasant to be in her family's presence again. 
They all laughed and talked for a long while. “Rosa,” her brother said 
turning his attention to her, “are you going to live with Cecilius now 
or are you still living at your house.” “I'm still living in my own 
house Max,” Rosabella laughed, “You can't get rid of me that easily.” 
“He has a big enough house, you know. It's like a mansion,” he said 
trying to get her to rethink that. She laughed at his comment, “I 
know.” He didn't have another argument ready. Zaira then crawled off of 
Rosabella's lap and went to play with Savino. It was starting to get 
late and everyone was leaving. Cecilius, luckily, was going to stay the 
night. Unfortunately her father wanted Cecilius to stay in the guest 
room. As Aida, her husband, Ambrosi, and Rosabella's nephew left 
everyone was heading to bed. Rosabella told Max he could bother 
Cecilius and her later. He finally agreed and headed to bed as well. 
Rosabella walked up the two flights of stairs to the third floor with 
Cecilius. He was about to head for the guest room. She kissed him and 
went to her room. Rosabella walked in her room and turned on the light. 
She changed and lay down to go to sleep, but it was useless. She 
couldn't sleep at all, no matter how hard she tried. Rosabella tossed 
and turned in bed, finally she ended up staring at the ceiling. She 
couldn't take it anymore; she was too restless to sleep unless she was 
with Cecilius. Rosabella got out of bed and walked down the hall to the 
guest room where Cecilius was sleeping. She slowly opened the door to 
see that he could not sleep as well. She walked in and closed the door 
behind her. Rosabella crawled in the bed next to him. It was great to 
be in his arms again. His one arm was wrapped around her waist. His 
hand stroking her hair, cheek, lips, face, neck. His touch was soothing 
and helped her fall asleep easily. He kissed the top of her head, 
thinking she had already fallen asleep, still stroking her hair. His 
touch was so soothing that she fell asleep. Rosabella woke the next 
morning, again finding him not sleeping next to her. She yawned and 
stretched, then walked down to the dining room. Everyone was already 
there. They greeted her with smiles. Cecilius stood up and pulled out a 
chair for Rosabella, then sat back down. She yawned again and Cecilius 
laughed at her. She wasn't quite sure what she wanted to eat; her 
family always made a huge breakfast. Cecilius knew just what Rosabella 
would want; he made her a plate to eat and got her a glass of wine. 
“Thanks,” she said smiling at him still trying to wake up. “No problem, 
amore,” he said kissing her forehead. “Would you two stop it, I'm 
trying to eat here,” Max said. They all laughed at his comment, and 
Rosabella started to eat as well. Breakfast was nice; they all talked 
and had a good time. Cecilius and her family finished catching up. 

Chapter 3: 

Cecilius stayed with Rosabella and her family for about a week and a
half. Unfortunately, the day came when Cecilius was ready to leave. 
Rosabella said “bye” to everyone, knowing she would see them again 
soon. They stopped by Rosabella's place and she packed three months 
worth of clothes. The car ride back to his place was quiet and yet 
pleasant. The scenery was beautiful; each thing they passed was 
amazing. Cecilius glanced at Rosabella many times. “It's all so 
beautiful,” she said turning to look at him. He smiled at her, his eyes 
searching hers. He reached over and took Rosabella's hand in his. He 
raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. She longed for those full, 
luscious lips to be pressed against her own; for him to take her in his 
arms; his warm hands roaming over her body. These thoughts surprised 
her, she had never thought of him in such a manner before, and she 
would most definitely not permit herself to do so any longer. Rosabella 
had no idea how long she stared at him, but, apparently, it was long 
enough for them to be at his place now. She blinked, noticing she had 
spaced out while staring at him. Cecilius opened Rosabella's door for 
her, and helped her take her things inside. “Thanks for letting me stay 
here, Cecilius,” she said. “Any time, Rose,” he said kissing her cheek. 
She didn't want to start unpacking yet, so she went in the kitchen to 
find something to eat. There wasn't much to eat; he had said that he 
was going to go to the store soon. Rosabella ended up having a bowl of 
ice cream. She sat down at the table and started eating when Cecilius 
walked in the kitchen and sat next to her. Suddenly, she wasn't so 
hungry. Rosabella sat there swirling her spoon in her ice cream; her 
thoughts eating at her. “Cecil?” Rosabella asked in an unsteady voice. 
“Hm?” he said looking at her. “You chose the other girl, why are you 
housing me.....letting me stay here, and spending so much time with 
me?” She asked tears welding in her eyes. “Well, I'd rather not talk 
about it, amore,” he said. “And why not?” Rosabella asked, catching a 
tear before it had time to roll down her cheek. “I'd just rather not 
talk about it,” he said in a harsh tone. “Well what's wrong with me 
asking a simple question? I was only wondering. And what if you do go 
back to her? What will I do then, Cecilius? Huh? What am I to do then?” 
She asked rising from her seat and throwing her hands in the air. “Sit 
down, Rosabella!” Cecilius said in a much harsher tone, almost yelling. 
“No. Do you really love her or not Cecilius?” Rosabella asked, her arms 
limp at her side. “Yes! Now will you please sit back down, Bella,” he 
said in a hushed tone. Rosabella was stunned. “I can't believe you, 
Cecilius; you act as though you love me when you really love her. How 
can you do such a thing? At least have the decency to tell me that you 
do not love me, instead of leading me on like this. I thought that you 
really did love me. That you had thought you had changed your mind 
about before. Come to find out you don't love me you love her,” she 
said and ran out the door to the front porch. “Rosabella.....” Cecilius 
called after her, apparently upset by her words. Cecilius followed her 
out onto the porch and put his hands on her waist. “Rosabella,” he 
said, “I do love you.” She slid out of his hands and walked back 
inside. Rosabella went into his bedroom and started unpacking her 
things, not noticing what she was doing. He walked in the room and 
sighed, then helped her unpack. She was still to upset, so she decided 
to take a shower. The hot water was soothing. When the hot water 
finally ran out Rosabella shut it off and wrapped herself in a towel. 
She threw her dirty clothes in the washer, along with some other 
clothes and started a load. Then, walked back into Cecilius's room, 
noticing he was still unpacking. Rosabella walked over to his bed to 
get some clothes out of one of her duffle bags. When she was searching 
through her duffle bag he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling 
her closer to him. Rosabella turned around to face him and kissed him. 
He kissed her back roughly. She could tell something was different. 
Cecilius's hands slid down Rosabella's back, grasping her butt. She 
crushed herself to him, as he pulled her closer, squeezing harder. Her 
arms flew about his neck, before she even noticed what she had done. 
She didn't care; there was a burning sensation in her loins. She could 
feel his hardness pushing against her body. His hands slid down to her 
thighs, then her knees, leading her legs around his waist. He lifted 
her off the floor and she wrapped her legs around him. She clung to him 
tightly, the burning sensation increasing with every moment, his 
hardness crushing against her. She pulled his shirt off then unbuttoned 
and unzipped his pants. She pushed his pants and boxers down. She heard 
them hit the floor then continued kissing him. He kissed her back 
roughly. Cecilius licked the inside of her cheek, their tongues 
colliding. He backed her up to a wall. Her head hit the wall, and her 
towel fell to the floor. She kissed him more passionately. He couldn't 
stand the wait a moment longer; he slid inside her, slowly. She moaned, 
still kissing him. His hands still on her butt, he moved her up and 
down, and she moaned again. He pulled himself out of her. Cecilius 
backed up to the bed and laid her down. In an instant he was on top of 
her. He nudged her legs open more. She did as he motioned and he 
entered her slow and deep. She moaned her hands on his shoulders. He 
thrust himself into her harder. She moaned louder, grasping his 
shoulders tighter. He thrust deeper in her, a natural reaction from to 
her moans. She moaned again, and louder still. He thrust himself into 
her hard, again. Her head flew back, revealing her throat to him. He 
kissed down her jaw to her throat. He licked from her neck to her 
breasts. He kissed between her breasts, teasing her. She moaned, and he 
took her breast in his mouth, sucking. His tongue moving in little 
circles around her nipple. He nibbled on her nipple, then kissed her 
breast and up her chest to her collarbone. He licked from her 
collarbone to her jaw; then kissed her passionately, their tongues 
colliding once again as he thrust deeper in her still. She moaned, 
kissing him back. She sucked on his tongue. He wrapped one arm around 
her waist and pulled her closer to him, her body molding to his. He 
thrust deeper and harder into her; she arched her body towards him and 
he took her deeper still. He thrust into her deeper, and climaxed 
inside of her. She moaned, again. Chest heaving, he laid next to her. 
As they caught their breath, she laid her head on his shoulder, her 
hand on his chest. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders; they were 
both sweaty and had to catch their breath. She kissed his shoulder, 
still breathing hard. Their breath finally slowed back to normal. She 
drifted off to sleep after trying so hard to stay awake. Cecilius 
kissed her forehead and brushed her hair from her face. He traced the 
features of her face: her lips, eyelids, high cheekbones. The most 
beautiful being he had ever seen. How could I ever have attempted to 
leave her? She's the love of my life; the one I want to spend the rest 
of my life with. “I'll never leave you again, amore,” he whispered into 
her hair, kissing the top of her head. She sighed; he froze thinking 
she had woke. She snuggled closer to him, sighed again and was still 
asleep. He let loose a deep sigh and pulled the blanket over her 
shoulders. Cecilius glanced at the clock: 1:00 pm it read. He silently 
and gently removed her arms from around him and slid out of bed, and 
slipped on a pair of shorts. Cecilius walked to the living room, 
blinking at the sudden brightness. He ran his hands through his hair 
and sighed, trying to wake up. Cecilius walked to the kitchen and 
looked for something to make for breakfast. He didn't know what to 
make, spaghetti sounded good to him. He got out all of the ingredients 
and seasonings and set them on the counter. He had started cooking when 
Rosabella woke up. She must have smelled it. He thought and silently 
laughed to himself. When Rosabella walked in, Cecilius stared at her. 
She had wrapped the blanket around herself, hair tousled and yet, he'd 
never seen her more beautiful than she looked now. She rubbed her eyes, 
yawning. He just stared at her, amazed by how beautiful she could be 
just the way she was. She looked like a goddess, but that was nothing 
new, he had always thought that she was the most beautiful creature on 
God's green Earth. She stopped rubbing her eyes and looked at him, 
noticing him gawking at her, she giggled. It pulled him back to 
reality, he took a deep breath. “Good afternoon, bella donna,” Cecilius 
said, walking towards her. She wrapped her arms around his torso, as he 
put my hand on her waist and kissed her. Apparently she didn't want to 
let go of Cecilius; as he turned and walked back to the kitchen, she 
kept her arms around his torso, walking with him and her head on his 
chest. Cecilius kept one arm around her waist as he finished cooking. 
He had almost finished when she said, “It smells delicious, Cecil.” 
“Thank you, princhipessa,” Cecilius said kissing the top of her head. 
They didn't eat much, they just mainly talked. Cecilius was still 
trying to find out what to do with her today. He hadn't planned 
anything, yet. After lunch she helped him clean up and with the dishes, 
ending up in a roar of laughter instead. After lunch, Cecilius took a 
cold shower. Finally fully awake, he turned the water off and stepped 
out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stared into 
the mirror, thinking of all that happened. Had all that really 
happened? Cecilius thought. He ran his hands over his face and through 
his hair. He took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly. He opened the 
bathroom door and walked into his room, finding Rosabella there as 
well. Cecilius walked across the room and got some clothes, then got 
dressed. He walked over to Rosabella, leaned down, and kissed her 
forehead. “Would you like to take a shower before we leave, Rosabella?” 
He asked. “I took one last night if you can recall it,” she said, 
giggling. Her exquisite smile was dazzling. He nodded as she walked 
over to him. Rosabella's arms were suddenly around his neck, her body 
molded to his. Their eyes met for the briefest second before he leaned 
down and took her full, warm lips with his. Her body completely molded 
to his, their bodies fit as though it was meant to be. The kiss 
suddenly depend, with very little effort from either of Them. Her 
breath quickened as the kiss changed from passionate to passionate and 
ravenous. Cecilius brushed her hair back from her neck and lightly 
placed his hand on her neck his other hand on her waist. 

Chapter 4: 

Cecilius was awake already, had been for hours now. Rosabella had just
woken up and got in the shower. The hot water waking her up the rest of 
the way. When the water had fully woken her up, she turned it off and 
got out. Rosabella got dressed and threw her clothes in the washer then 
went to join Cecilius on the balcony. She stood next to Cecilius, 
leaning against the railing. “Good morning, amore,” Cecilius said as he 
walked behind Rosabella and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her 
hands found his by habit. She leaned back against Cecilius, staring at 
the sky. He kissed her neck and murmured against her soft, vanilla 
scented skin, “beautiful sky today, don't you agree, Bella?” “Mhm,” she 
said as she exhaled, voice hardly audible. A smile spread across 
Cecilius's face, she could feel his lips move against her skin. His 
lips left a hot, fiery trail on her skin, where his lips had been. Her 
fingers tightened on his as he pulled her closer. Her breath paused and 
he laughed quietly and softly at her reaction as he continued kissing 
her neck. She tried to step away but his arms tightened around her 
waist. “Cecilius,” she said taking a deep breath. “Yes, amore?” he 
said. “Not now, Cecilius. I-I'm....” she sighed. “Sorry, Cecil, I 
just.... just not now, Cecilius, please.” “I'm sorry, princhipessa,” he 
said letting go of her waist and looking at her jade eyes. She could 
see the hunger the need that lingered in his eyes. She stared at his 
cobalt eyes, wishing she hadn't stopped him. He saw the same need that 
he felt reflected in her eyes. “As you wish, Rosabella,” he said as he 
turned and walked back into the house to stop himself from wrapping his 
arms around her and doing as he did before. She sighed and watched him 
disappear into the house. Rosabella turned back to the balcony, leaned 
against the railing, and stared at the beautiful, never ending sky. Her 
head was overwhelmed by thoughts and doubts. She couldn't think 
straight, couldn't make up her mind. Rosabella spaced out not noticing. 
A loud bird startled her, bringing her back to the reality. She took a 
deep breath then walked back inside, Cecilius nowhere in sight. She 
walked room to room looking for him but she couldn't find him anywhere. 
She began to worry as she came to the last room left to check, but he 
wasn't there either. His wallet was gone along with his keys.... Where 
had he gone? 

Speeding down the country roads, anger filled his thoughts. How had he
done that? It's like he was reading her mind....her emotions. 
Impossible. Her thoughts rushing through his mind, her coursing through 
his veins. They were lovers, meant for each other and yet she had those 
thoughts, why? He loved her more than anything. She is his everything. 
How could this be happening? Most of all, had he really just read her 
mind? Had he really just tapped into her emotions and felt what she 
felt? He could still feel the tingling on his skin from feeling her 
emotions. He could still feel her soft, silk, vanilla skin beneath his 
lips. She was just so damn irresistible. He was attracted to her in 
ways he'd never been attracted to a woman before he'd never felt this 
before. He'd never been able to tap into their emotions and thoughts. 
Questioning his sanity, he sped up without noticing. His mind racing at 
the speed of the trees flying by, his anger grew, his breath slowed. He 
hadn't noticed he had now stopped breathing. He took a deep breath, 
filling his lungs thoroughly. He glanced out the window to his left, 
now noticing his speed, he glanced at the speedometer. 140 it read. He 
gawked at it for a moment longer then slowed the car to an acceptable 
95. Glancing out the window again he sighed. He noticed the break in 
the trees ahead....it was the place she'd gone.....the place he'd taken 
her. He slowed the car quickly and came to a halt. He got out of the 
car and started hiking through the woods, memories flashing through his 
mind. Finally, after a while of hiking he reached it, Waterfall Creek. 
He now noticed why she had come here when she was upset. It somehow had 
a comforting aura. He paused, took a deep breath, and raked his hands 
through his hair, then sighed again. He continued to the bridge, 
pausing to look around before he sat on the edge of the bridge, his 
feet dangling above the water. He wasn't sure what had happened, nor 
what to do. He sat for a long while, not moving an inch, spacing out. 
When he finally came to he sighed once more, a cold shiver running down 
his spine. Not a clue what it was from, he turned to look around, and 
emptiness was all he saw. A dark void, blackness, at this moment he 
wanted her in his arms most. To hold her close to him. To feel the 
comfort, the secure feeling of her in his arms. To hear the rhythm of 
her heart beating. He wanted nothing more than her love. He had it 
already and yet he worried he might lose it. Turning back, his eyes 
closed, he saw her eyes in his mind, her beautiful jade green eyes. 
They were tormenting, haunting him. He wanted her, he needed her. He 
loved everything about her. He knew she loved him back just the same, 
so why was he so damn scared of losing her? Sighing yet again, he 
cleared his mind and raked his hands through his hair once more. He 
closed his eyes and took a long ragged breath, trying to regain his 
sanity. His hands raked over his face then fell limp at his side. He 
slowly stood and turned to leave, but heard a few branches snap, and 
someone groan in annoyance off in the distance. 

Figuring he went to the same place she had gone, Rosabella grabbed the
other keys on the hook and walked quickly to the garage. She opened the 
door, flipped on the light, and sighed. She slowly but hurriedly walked 
to the car, got in, and revved the engine to life. She pulled out of 
the garage, then the driveway. She drove down the road at a reasonable 
speed, wanting to reach him as soon as possible. She saw his car in the 
distance and slowed then parked next to it. She stepped out of the car 
to continue on foot. She was in such a hurry that she fell often, 
hardly paying enough attention. The woods were dark due to the fact 
that the canopy let in very little light. Squinting to see farther into 
the darkness that looked as though it was going to swallow her, she 
continued forward. Her mind filled with many thoughts most of which 
were worrying about him. She hoped he was ok; she wanted to know why he 
had left. What compelled him to just leave like that, she planned to 
find out. After what seemed like an eternity of hiking she knew she was 
getting close. Just a few more yards and she would be there. She was so 
eager she didn't see the tree root sticking up that tripped her she 
fell and scraped her hands. When Rosabella tried to get up she stepped 
on many sticks that broke with a loud snap. She was frustrated that she 
could hardly do anything with such worry without hurting herself. Her 
mind was filled with worry and her heart was racing, wanting to be in 
the comfort of his arms once more. She stepped on a few more twigs that 
broke with a startling crunch and groaned out of annoyance. She walked 
just a few more yards and she was there, Waterfall Creek. Cecilius 
standing there staring at her dumbfounded. She wanted to ask why he had 
left but she was speechless. Her eyes locked on his gorgeous face, his 
eyes mesmerizing her. She was so lost in his face that when he stepped 
forward and wrapped his arms around her she hardly noticed. It felt 
wonderful to be in his warm embrace yet again. She was still curious 
why he had left but still rendered speechless she kept silent. 

He noticed the voice; it was Rosabella, no doubt. He'd know her voice
anywhere; he could pick her out of a crowd of a million people just by 
her lovely, enchanting voice. Every word that fell from her perfect 
lips was a spell cast upon him; it sometimes took a bit of effort just 
to remember to breathe when she was near him. Lost in thought yet 
again, the time slipped by, and she came through the trees. Standing 
before him, the most beautiful thing he could ever lay his eyes upon, 
was Rosabella. The sun filtering down through the canopy, shining upon 
her face, it was god like. She was a goddess, out of this world, 
absolutely beautiful, stunning...... No words could describe her 
perfect angular face, her gorgeous smile, her beautiful jade eyes, 
every inch of her was a masterpiece, and she was his. She stood before 
him, staring, and chest heaving from her hike. She didn't seem to move 
an inch once she locked eyes with him. He saw her eyes rake over him to 
see if he was alright. He slowly stepped forward and wrapped his arms 
around her. He loved when she was in his arms, safe and sound. He 
noticed her tremble though and felt his shirt become damp........ She 
was crying. He held her tighter, his eyes misting with tears at the 
thought of her crying. He composed his face before he slowly and gently 
pulled her far enough from his body to see her face. Her eyes locked 
with his as a quiet sob escaped her chest. The sound, the sight of her 
crying brought pain to his soul. He slowly lowered his lips to hers, 
pausing before kissing her to look her face over. Her eyes were closed 
tears slowly, lightly trailing down her face. He could see the path 
that every single tear took down her face. He lightly brushed his lips 
over her high cheekbones, over her eyes, along each path that every 
single tear took down her face. His lips lightly touched her lips, just 
barely. Rosabella's lips trembled, her breathing ragged. Rosabella 
slowly leaned into Cecilius's touch. His lips left fiery trails on her 
cheekbones, along her cheeks, and now her lips. Her lips burned sweetly 
from the sensation of his touch. Rosabella's cheeks were flushed, every 
inch of her skin kindled in a way she never thought possible. Her mind 
was clouded from the exotic smell of him and from his touch. She hardly 
knew what was going on and just let her body respond naturally. 
Rosabella slowly raised her hand to his face, tracing all of the 
contours. She didn't dare open her eyes. She knew that just the sight 
of his eyes and beautiful face would take her breath away and capture 
her. Running her fingers along his jaw, Rosabella leaned in closer. She 
trailed the tip of her nose, then her lips up his neck. She heard his 
breath falter and slow. Rosabella trailed her lips along his jaw and 
kissed the corner of his mouth. Cecilius kissed her, his luscious lips 
full and warm on hers. She slightly parted her lips, breathing in his 
scent as her fingers knotted in his hair. She felt his silken tongue 
run along her lower lip then withdraw. Suddenly, missing the feeling of 
his tongue on her skin, she kissed him, slowly sliding her tongue past 
his lips, tempting him more and more as she did so. Cecilius pulled 
back from Rosabella, but not too far. Her fingers were still knotted in 
his hair. "Rose," he whispered, "tempting me here does no good. I'm 
sorry I left.... May I ask you something?" Rosabella nodded, slowly 
opening her eyes, uncurling her fingers and lightly wrapped her arms 
around his neck. "Were you having doubts...About us before?" He asked. 
Rosabella met his eyes, tears misted in them, seeing the anguish there. 
He quickly looked away, seeing the tears in her eyes. "Y-yes," she said 
in a low voice, stuttering as she held back the sob she so feared would 
escape her. She drew a deep breath then continued, "I was, but I was 
only worrying. I thought you might go back to that girl or would just 
le-" She had never told him her thoughts, how did he know what she was 
thinking then? He read the expression on her face and noticed the 
confusion. "It was as if I was reading your mind, amore. I don't know 
how, but I did. I heard every thought as if it were my own, I...." 
Cecilius tried to think of a way to explain to her that he had felt 
every emotion she had. "Rose.... I felt everything you felt.... Every 
emotion I mean.... I.... I don't get how it's even possible. I 
just....it's li-" She cut him off abruptly with one stern look. "Do you 
find this funny, Cecilius? Because I don't," she said in a harsh tone. 
"Rosa-" was all Cecilius managed to say before Rosabella cut him off 
again by putting her hand in the air. Rosabella took a deep, shaky 
breath and turned, trying to understand what he meant. Had he been 
trying to mess with her head, or had it been true? She turned around 
and looked at him, trying to see the truth in his eyes. She saw no 
lies, only worry. "Y-you're serious aren't you?" He nodded in approval 
once, a quick, jerky nod. Rosabella stared at him dumbfounded and tried 
to process what he meant exactly. She went over what he said word for 
word in her head. Each word was harder to process then the last. "H-how 
is that even possible?" She asked and he opened his mouth to respond, 
but then closed it again. The truth was, he, himself, didn't know how 
or why. He didn't understand it, though he wished he did. It would be 
easier for them both if he understood it all. Cecilius took a step 
forward, reaching out his hand to stroke her beautiful, silken skin. 
Rosabella immediately reacted, pulling back as though she had been 
burned. He longed to run his fingers through her long, beautiful hair. 
He wanted to trace the contours of her body once more. Cecilius wanted 
her under him. He wanted to be inside her as he was before. Just the 
thought made him ache. He remembered every detail of how he moved 
inside her. The thought hurt and he stopped a rough groan before it 
could escape past his lips. Cecilius pulled his hand back and distanced 
himself from her a bit. His pants were too small now. He followed 
Rosabella's gaze, where she saw the bulge in his pants. Rosabella took 
a step forward, not able to help it, and stopped. Her eyes slowly swept 
up his body, to his face and back to the bulge in his pants. Her cheeks 
became flushed at the sight and thought. Rosabella tore her eyes from 
him completely and took a loud, audible, deep breath. She slowly 
stepped back a few paces. She could feel his calloused hands on every 
inch of her skin as they were before. Her loins burned sensationally at 
the thought. She remembered every moment of it as if it were happening 
right then. She held her breath as she felt a soft moan rise in her 
throat, almost a purr. Rosabella exhaled slowly, still holding back the 
moan she feared would escape her. She felt her blood boil beneath her 
lips and cheeks as she flushed a darker red and she bit her lip. 
Cecilius stepped forward a few steps and placed his hand on her cheek. 
He lowered his face to hers and whispered, "Don't bite your lip, amore. 
There are far better things to do with them than that." As soon as he 
was finished speaking, his lips were on hers in a hard, tantalizing 
kiss. His lips slightly parted, just enough for him to flick his tongue 
over her lower lip, then withdraw, enticing her tongue from her lips 
and leading it to his. Just as she did as he had intended, he pulled 
his lips from hers. A soft whimper escaped her. She didn't want him to 
stop. Her loins burned and ached from even that small amount of 
teasing. The bulge in his pants grew as she whimpered. Cecilius looked 
over Rosabella's face and committed it to his memory. Her cheeks were 
flushed red and her lips trembled as she drew in a ragged breath. Her 
eyes glistened a beautiful green with a hint of honey brown in the 
middle. She looked back and forth at his eyes, curious why he was 
looking at her the way he was. Cecilius ran his fingers over her cheek 
then her lips. She kissed his fingers as he did so. His hand trailed 
along her jaw to her neck. He slowly ran his fingers down her neck and 
over her collarbone, where his hand froze in place as he slowly lowered 
his lips to her neck. He kissed her neck softly until her breathing 
became unsteady. He wanted to hear her moan again and he knew exactly 
how to do that, he knew everything about her. Slightly parting his 
lips, Cecilius's tongue glided over her skin lightly in small circles. 
Rosabella's breath was caught in her throat. Finally, she managed to 
exhale in a gust, a small moan slipping out as well. He smiled in 
triumph and made the circles with his tongue slightly bigger. His hand 
on her collarbone slowly slid down to her waist. He slowly trailed his 
hand up her shirt, stopping at the curve. Rosabella shivered from his 
touch as his other hand did the same to her other side. She slid her 
hands onto his arms, trembling. His grip on her sides slightly 
tightened and he pushed her back to a tree. His lips lightly trailing 
up and down her neck continuously. Cecilius slowly moved his hands 
down, out of her shirt and onto her waist again. He moved his hands up 
again, pulling her shirt off as he did so. Dropping her shirt on the 
ground, he trailed his lips up her neck once more and along her jaw to 
her lips, where he lightly kissed her before trailing his lips along 
the other side of her jaw. He lightly trailed his lips down to the 
middle of her neck as he raised her hands above her head, pinning them 
to the tree. He kissed her neck, lightly flicking his tongue over her 
skin as she moaned again. Rosabella's head was clouded from his touch. 
Her body ached from his touch and remembering last time. Instinctively, 
she pushed her hips towards him. She felt his erection on her belly and 
she heard him groan. His hands released hers, replacing them on her 
waist and pushing her against the tree again. Her arms fell limp at her 
sides as she whimpered. Her loins burned exceedingly. "Rose I want this 
to last. I want to savor every moment. Just be patient," Cecilius said 
in a hoarse tone. She envied him for his self control. She ached and he 
refused to release her from it. In the end she knew she would be happy 
he had made it last, but right now she just wanted to be sated. He slid 
his hands from her waist to her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. 
He grabbed her jeans and her panties, slowly slipping them off of her 
and going down as he did so. She stepped out of them, her back now off 
of the tree. Rosabella could feel the moisture between her legs; she 
could since his tongue touched her skin on her neck. Cecilius kissed 
her inner thigh and she spread her legs more in response. 

Chapter 5: 

Rosabella woke up and stretched, feeling the warm arm wrapped around her
and the hot moist breath on the back of her neck. She smiled and rolled 
over. Rosabella laid there, watching Cecilius as he slept. She didn't 
want to wake him. Before she knew it, her hands took a steady path to 
his face. One hand she placed on his chest, over his heart. She could 
feel every beat as her other hand rose to his face and she traced his 
lips over and over again. Rosabella leaned in and kissed Cecilius's 
cheek and slowly pulled away. As she pulled away she felt him kiss her 
fingers. Cecilius smiled at Rosabella and kissed her palm. She placed 
her hand on his cheek and smiled back at him. He leaned in and kissed 
her. Rosabella pulled away and got out of bed, smiling. She was only 
wearing a t-shirt and underwear. As she walked across the room Cecilius 
chuckled. She turned and looked at him and said, “I don't see what's so 
funny, would you like to explain?” “Nothing, amore,” Cecilius said as 
he pulled the blankets back and got out of bed. Rosabella bit her lip 
and her breath paused. He didn't have any clothes on. She still hadn't 
gotten used to his size. He was always careful with her at first; 
letting her grow accustomed to him so he didn't hurt her. 

Later in the book 

The whole left in Rosabella was utterly unbearable. Every corner, every
turn, every face, all she could see was his face; each time leaving her 
breathless, speechless. She would stare straight ahead, spacing out and 
thinking of him. He was her everything and suddenly he was gone. How 
much longer could she bear this excruciating agony? The pain and 
confusion was becoming too much for her. 

Cecilius stepped out of the building. His brother had thought he needed
to be cheered up. He paced in large circles. Beyond the doors, behind 
him, his brother was mixing. It was going great and he was having 
fun....until he saw her face. He swore it was her.... Her face burned 
in his memory. Her jade eyes staring at him in awe. He missed her more 
than anything. He wanted her back. Cecilius regretted every word he had 
said. The argument replayed itself in his head over and over, killing 
him just a little more each and every time. Turning quickly, Cecilius 
punched the brick wall and winced in pain as he heard bones crack as 
they broke beneath his skin. He could feel the bone move in whichever 
direction it pleased, puncturing his skin as it did so. The pain almost 
unbearable, he balled his hands into fists and ground his teeth 
together. He heard a clank as a rock hit the metal door. Spinning 
quickly to see who it was, he winced from the pain coming from his 
hand. He saw two eyes staring at him in confusion and awe. 

Her head pounding from the confusion, she turned quickly and grabbed her
keys. She span quickly on her heels, facing the door leading to the 
garage. Rosabella walked to the door, opened it, and stepped through. 
Stopping in her tracks, she froze, staring at the cars. She couldn't 
bear the thoughts the memories of him. Every moment they spent 
together, every place they went, everything came flooding back. The 
pain from the memories was excruciating, she couldn't bear it. She was 
finally able to talk to people, to get out, but now the true intensity 
of the pain was once more killing her. Rosabella tried to clear her 
head; she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She bit her lip to 
hold back a sob, blinking back tears. Taking a deep breath, Rosabella 
walked towards her car. She took one last deep breath before opening 
the door and getting in her car. Rosabella started the car, fighting 
back tears, which seemed to be winning the battle. One tear escaped and 
rolled slowly, gently, down her cheek. She heard a piercing sob escape 
her chest as she blinked, fighting more tears. She gritted her teeth in 
annoyance. She hated this pain, the tears. She didn't know when she'd 
get over all of this, she hoped it was soon. Rosabella took a deep 
breath, blinking back more tears, and put the car into drive, slowly 
letting off the break pedal. It would be a long drive and she knew it. 
Rosabella needed to calm down and she thought this drive would help, 
she hoped so. It seemed as though she had been driving for hours, maybe 
even days. As Rosabella turned down a different road she heard the bass 
to music, inside a near building. She slowed as she came closer to the 
music, until, finally, she reached the building and parked the car. She 
sighed, not able to stand her thoughts. Rosabella hoped Cecilius was in 
there, she wanted him to be so badly. Rosabella missed him more than 
anything; she would give anything to have him back. As she stepped out 
of the car the music got louder. Rosabella slowly and steadily walked 
towards the building. She took a deep breath before opening the door 
and slowly walking in. Rosabella, overwhelmed by the music, glanced 
around, looking for Cecilius. She ran into many people. The crowd was 
enormous; she couldn't find her way and was turned in many directions. 
Four times that she ventured into the crowd she ended up at the door 
instead. Figuring it was because she didn't have a certain destination 
point; Rosabella ventured into the crowd again, trying to reach the 
bar. After pushing through the people for what seemed like hours, 
Rosabella was pushed in one direction. As she tried not to fall her 
side hit something hard as metal. She almost collapsed from the pain; 
she cried out but the music and people were much too loud, no one heard 
her. Clenching her teeth together, Rosabella pushed herself away from 
what she was pushed into, now noticing that it was the bar. “Well at 
least I made it,” she sighed. Glancing around to see if he was there, 
she saw his brother mixing. “Yeah that figures,” she mumbled to 
herself. She froze staring at Cecilius's brother, her mouth dropped 
open. If he's here then Cecil must be here, she thought. She could see 
him again, talk to him, but could she handle it? Rosabella started to 
get confused, trying to figure out if she could do it. Still staring at 
Cecilius's brother, she took a deep breath, and tried to clear her 
head. “I can't yet,” she whispered to herself, tearing her gaze away 
from his brother and backing into the crowd. She could feel the fierce 
tears coming. “Not here,” she groaned, pushing through the crowd. Once 
again they pushed back and she was turned in many directions. Yet again 
she was shoved into something. This time it was a door, a huge metal 
door, figuring it was better than going back in that crowd she pushed 
it open silently. Rosabella stopped in her tracks, confused and staring 
at the person she saw there. 

“What are you doing here!?” He snapped before he could stop himself. He
bit his tongue to keep from saying something he'd regret. As she stood 
still, only staring at him, he sighed saying, “I'm sorry, I'm just not 
myself at the moment.” He hoped Rosabella would have been the one to 
come through that door, but of course it wasn't. He stood there 
watching Emma stare at him, wondering why she was staring at him like 
that. “What?” He said, his words sounding a bit sharper then he had 
meant them too. “Your hand. I-It's bleeding,” she managed to croak out. 
Cecilius glanced at his hand. He hadn't noticed that the bone had cut 
his hand open even more. He hadn't felt it. “It's nothing, I'm fine, 
just my temper got the better of me and I punched the wall,” he 
shrugged. “O-oh,” Emma mumbled, taking her eyes off of his hand, fixing 
them on his face. Emma tried to figure out the reason for his temper by 
staring at his eyes, no use; it only made him even angrier. He glared 
at her out of annoyance. Why does she always have to have such bad 
timing, he thought to himself. Well he didn't want to trigger her 
temper as well. “Why don't we go back inside,” he said, his voice 
softening, becoming very convincing and seductive. Cecilius walked 
smoothly past her to the door. 

Rosabella stood, staring at Ambrosi. “H-hey Am....what are you doing
here?” Rosabella said, fighting back the tears that she worried would 
win the battle once again. “Aida is inside; we thought it'd be nice to 
get out. When I saw you struggling through the crowd, I thought I'd 
check on you. I saw you were crying. Are you alright, Rose?” he asked 
looking concerned. Rosabella hadn't noticed that tears were streaming 
down her face. She needed someone there to help her, comfort her. 
Ambrosi had always been there for her; he was a great brother, didn't 
matter that it was by marriage, she saw him as a true brother. 
Rosabella ran to Ambrosi, crying and sobbing, not able to see because 
of the tears. It was hard to breathe, hard to concentrate. Ambrosi 
hugged her, stroking her hair and trying to calm her. “Am, that's his 
brother mixing in there, which means he's here....” Rosabella said 
between sobs, trailing off. “Rosie, I don't think you're ready to see 
him again, just give it some time.” Ambrosi said in a soothing voice. 
“Am.... I want to see him again, but I can't handle it; it hurts too 
much...” Rosabella said, trying to hold back the tears. “I know, 
Rosie,” Ambrosi said, soothing her. 

As they stepped inside Emma became more relaxed, overwhelmed by the
bass. She turned to look at Cecilius, making sure he had come in as 
well. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, taking one out and put it to 
his lips. He froze, the cigarette only an inch from his lips, he looked 
at it as he remembered what Rosabella had said. She had tried to get 
him to quit smoking countless times. He half smiled, hearing her voice 
in his head as she told him. “How many times do I have to tell you, 
this can kill you?!” she'd say taking the cigarette from him and throw 
it on the ground, stepping on it. “Come on that was a perfectly good 
one,” he'd say, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her. 
Emma took the cigarette from him and threw it on the ground. Cecilius 
wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. The memory of Rosabella was 
so strong that he didn't notice it was Emma. She wrapped her arms 
around his neck and kissed him back. Cecilius pulled back and looked at 
Emma, his breath pausing. “I'm sorry Emma. I just.... Well honestly I 
thought you were Rose,” he said. “Oh,” she said, frowning, “I 
thought.....” “No Emma, it's not like that,” Cecilius said, holding up 
his hands to remove them from her. Emma stepped back and Cecilius 
suddenly felt horrible. She looked horrified and so upset. “Emma, I'm 
sorry. I was remembering rose and-” he said as she cut him off. “No, I 
get it Cecil,” she said, her voice cracking on his name. “Anyway I, uh, 
have to go,” Emma said, turning and walking away. Cecilius sighed and 
watched her walk away. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes and put one to 
his lips, pulled it from his face and examined it. He snapped it in 
half and threw it away, along with the pack. 

Rosabella pulled from Ambrosi and dried her cheeks, finally done crying.
“Lets go back inside, Am,” she said, putting a smile on her face and 
walking to the door. They stepped inside and Rosabella looked all 
around. As she took everything in, she took a deep breath. “Hey, Am, 
I-” Rosabella said, looking at Ambrosi and got cut off as she saw his 
expression, worried, and followed his gaze. It was Cecil. Rosabella 
froze in place, he was kissing Emma. At first she was horrified, then 
upset. Her breath paused and her eyes welled with tears. Rosabella took 
a sharp turn and ran outside, gasping for air around sobs. She broke 
down, falling to the ground, clutching her stomach and her other hand 
clamped around her mouth. One more sob escaped as bile rose in her 
throat and she vomited, removing her hand from her mouth. 

Ambrosi tried to catch Rosabella as she rushed out the door, but it was
little hope and she was much to upset. It pained him to see his sister 
in such a state, he loved her. Adrenaline pulsed in his veins as he saw 
her face, upset, again in his mind. He spotted Cecilius in the crowd 
and couldn't help but take the anger he felt out on him. He stalked 
towards Cecilius, his fury only growing with each step closer to him. 
Ambrosi had to remind himself to breathe, as his adrenaline became more 
and more impulsive. He balled his hands into fists, his knuckles 
becoming white. 

Cecilius was walking to the door, woolgathering. He was hardly paying
attention to what was happening around him as he felt a hand on his 
shoulder and heard the angry voice. “Cecil, what in the living hell do 
you think you're doing, hurting her this way?!” Ambrosi yelled. 
Cecilius turned to face him, pondering what he said, completely 
oblivious to what he meant. 


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