Chapter 73: The lovely memories we created
Ash’s pov ;
When he finally spoke, his hand cupped my face with a gentle touch, the water dripping from his fingers and splattering onto my cheeks. He held my gaze with an intenseness that made me feel both nervous and comforted at the same time.
"Ash, there’s a lot of things that I need to tell you, but now isn’t the time," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I have a lot to apologize for, a lot to tell you." His words hung in the air, heavy and laden with meaning. But before I could respond, he continued, "But I could tell you that I have forgiven you and not looking for my revenge anymore. Now, I’m only focused on repenting my wrongdoings towards you." The weight of his words hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing- forgiveness and repentance were not words I had ever associated with him before.
"Don’t worry about anything," he reassured me, his eyes never leaving mine. "Let’s just enjoy ourselves here for the meantime and we will have a good talk after we return."
I didn’t know how to process all of this because I didn’t understand any of his words. Could it be true? Was he really letting go of his vengeful intentions towards me? All I could do was nod and hope that whatever was troubling him would resolve itself.
"Okay," I replied quietly, but the puzzlement of everything still gnawed at me. I knew there were still secrets between us that needed to be uncovered.
"Now, let’s wash up and dry off," he said, breaking the tense moment between us. "And then I’ll take you to bed."
"Okay," I said, eager to move past the awkwardness and just focus on being in the moment with him. Little did I know, though, that this night would be the start of something bigger- a journey towards understanding and forgiveness for both of us.
As we rose from the bath, Elijah’s strong hands gently lifted me out of the water and wrapped a fluffy towel around my waist. His intense gaze never wavered from mine as he carefully dried my hair and chest. I couldn’t help but flinch as his rough motions grazed over my skin.
"You’re being too rough," I grumbled, trying to hide my discomfort.
He just chuckled in response, his lips pecking mine in a teasing kiss. "Is this better, crybaby?" He taunted playfully, his mischievous grin spreading wider.