Love at First Night - Chapter 150

As we walked back inside Manuelito spoke again, “he always used the excuse to go watering the plants to indirectly say he needed some time alone with his thoughts.” He smiled, “he often seeks time alone. I guess he finds his calm in isolating himself from the world.”

He explained to me.

I had to remember that in the future, even if I had already noticed something like that when he asked me to leave on October 10.

I had so many more questions I wanted to ask him since he was closer to Cameron but I didn’t, not because I was afraid he would tell him but because I thought it would be best to wait for Cameron to tell me on his own, whenever he will feel ready.

“I know his grandfather was so important for him,” I said changing the subject of the conversation as we went to wash our hands dirty from the soil.

“He indeed was. He was the only person he could rely on and who helped him to become the person he is now.”

My heart ached, I could feel that because I had the same thing with my grandfather. That was something I hope I would provide my baby if I will ever have one. I would like them to have grandparents just as good as Cameron and mine.

Cameron walked back in, carrying the empty watering can, his clothes were dirtied from the soil but he didn’t seem to mind. He looked still haunted by his demons yet his face was more relaxed as if staying alone truly helped him to relieve the pain.

“How do you feel?” Manuelito asked and Cameron shrugged in response.

“I feel good.”

Was that a lie? I exhaled way too loudly to catch everyone’s attention since they all turned around to look at me.

“I hope you are Cameron,” I said to explain why I deeply breathed out.

Cameron smiled allowing me to read through the smile, it was one of his honest smiles so I figured he probably was doing better.

However, a further demonstration came right after since he walked closer to me and wrapped one hand around my hips as the other hand dug in my hair, he blushed through it then smiled. “I am fine, little angel. Thanks for caring.”

He kissed me on my forehead tenderly as if I was the one in need of support and protection.

“Good,” I whispered back closing my eyes when I felt the wetness of his kiss brush on my skin.

We walked back to our room and Cameron was oddly calm despite how enraged he was before.

“What did Manuelito tell you?” He raised an eyebrow quizzically as he climbed on The bed.

I lifted my hands in a sign of surrender but before I could answer him he intruded to speak again, “I know he probably told you something. I know him too well.”

“He wanted to make sure I loved you enough.”

I summarized what he said because I didn’t want him to learn Manuelito was scared I couldn’t deal with his darkness. I didn’t want him to think he was a burden to me.

“That’s classic of him. He worries about me a lot.” He smiled before fixing the bedsheet.

We kissed good night and then we fell asleep.

The next morning he woke up earlier than me since when I woke up he wasn’t there. I waited a few minutes then stood up and climbed down the stairs.

I walked to the kitchen where Cameron was making breakfast for the two of us. When he heard my footsteps he turned around to face me.

A big smile enlightened his face, “hello!” He exclaimed. I walked to him and kissed him.

“You look like you’re in a great mood today,” I said and he nodded.

“Indeed I am, good weather, good company, and a good place to be in.” He gestured to me and then around him. That was probably what I loved most about him, that he didn’t stay in a bad mood for a long time. He just needed to cool down and after that, he became the usual Cameron I loved.

He kissed me again, “couldn’t be happier.” I smiled at that statement.

I was glad he felt better than yesterday, I peeked on the pot, he was cooking chocolate oats. Then he poured it on two bowls and added some fruits from their garden on top of it.

That holiday was different from Las Vegas one, this one was more private and simple, we didn’t spend days shopping or staying in an expensive hotel room yet I just had such a great time.

After eating he walked me to another room, it was a room for wine stomping since there was a huge basket filled with grapes.

I had never wine stomped before but I couldn’t lie as soon as I saw the grapes I wanted to jump in and do it. The scent of wine and grapes filled the room and there were many bottles on the sheets.

“I wouldn’t love to make wine with you, what do you think?” He asked as he began to slowly unbutton his shirt. Was he even asking? Of course, I wanted to help him. The more I looked at the grapes the more I looked forward to jumping in there. Then he removed his shoes and his trousers.

“Of course I do!”

He walked there as I lifted my skirt to my knees and took off my pumps as well.

He helped me to walk inside and climb over the basket then we began to stomp on the grapes. I could feel the cold grapes squeezing and breaking their skin and releasing the juice from the pulp.

“Ahhh! It’s so funny!” I exclaimed joyfully giggling as I kept stomping faster and making sure my skirt was still up. The juice spread everywhere but it was so funny that I didn’t mind dirtying my skin.

The more I stomped the funnier it was, it felt so great feeling the skin breaking and the cold juice being released.. He held my hand and pushed me closer to him.