Love at First Night - Chapter 153

When our lips collided in a passionate kiss, I heard a noise coming from the entrance of the farm and a voice followed, “we’re back!” It was Manuelito’s voice.

So we stood up and quickly covered ourselves with towels before walking to them.

“Hi,” Cameron smiled, “meantime Lily and I stomped some wine.”

Manuelito nodded, “that’s great! You can show her the process then!”

Manuelito’s gaze drove to me, “did you have fun? I’ve grown old but I always loved stomping wine. It is one of my favorite activities!” He exclaimed, his eyes thinned and a few creases formed at the edge of his eyes.

His whole face softened as he looked at me and it was like I could recognize the amazing person he was through his facial expressions because he was just genuinely simple and sweet in the way he spoke.

If he was like that, Cameron’s grandfather was probably just like him and I understood why they were so close.

“We will go to process the wine then,” Cameron said gesturing me to follow him. I followed him in another room, this time it was filled with three wooden huge machines to squeeze the grapes and then purify those for the distillation.

He picked a basket and poured it inside a machine which began to twirl around getting rid of the skin of the grapes as it blended.

“So I still remember about you mentioning that building a vineyard in Italy was one of your secret dreams. Why exactly in Italy if you have this amazing place?”

I asked as a smile enlightened his face.

“Because I would like to expand my proprieties worldwide and also if people see the wine comes from Italy they will be more incline to buy it.”

Of course, his business mind was showing and he expanded his idea as an international activity and not only focused on a personal passion.

I could have imagined it since whenever he thought about a project he enlarged it to the next level. I wondered if he did the same thing about our relationship.

“In one hour when the texture will be smoother and the color more cohesive we have to extract it.” He said gesturing to the machine working.

“We can go to change now.”

We walked back to our room, on my bed there were new clothes he probably bought me since he knew I didn’t get a suitcase with me.

“I hope you like them. I went to buy those this morning.”

How could he think of everything? And knew exactly what he needed to do to make me happy and satisfy the needs I didn’t even know of having.

I put on the clothes he bought me and then waited for him to be ready before walking to the other room and proceed with the winemaking.

In that short time, the wine had already mixed enough and the lumps melted leaving a thick violet texture.

There was an amazing scent in that room, and I couldn’t stop staring at that colorful water. It even cast our reflection and I unconsciously smiled at that image.

He dug his thumb in it and leaned in closer to his lips, he licked his finger sucking the wine, and then he smiled. “It’s good.”

I did the same, it tasted like pure grapes, the taste was so natural and amplified.

I nodded, “yes. It’s very good.”

We continued to chat about anything and then when it was evening we went to dress up to spend the last dinner of the weekend outside.

I wore a floral beautiful dress whereas he wore a sporty leather jacket with black trousers. I had never seen him wearing sporty outfits before, I was used to his elegant suits but I couldn’t lie, he was just as handsome as always if not even more.

He could show off anything, and it would suit him just greatly.

“Where is the car?” I asked as I watched him walk to a garage. That garage looked way too little to fill a car inside. I hope he didn’t want to walk to that place because my pumps wouldn’t allow that.

He smiled, “we’re not going by car.”

He opened the door of the garage and inside there was an amazing breathtaking racing motorbike.

He smiled, “want to go on a ride?”

He climbed on it and then helped me to get on behind him.

“Ready?”

I nodded as I held my breath, I hadn’t been on a motorbike since I was a teenager. And even as a teenager, I had only ridden once, with a guy who wanted to impress me.

Cameron’s motorbike was a riding one so it was probably even more professional and faster than the bike I already was on.

He faced the street and started the motorbike. The engine roared threatening loudly and my legs unconscious began trembling for the excitement and brio verve of the moment.

He wrapped my hands around his hips and whispered; “hold on me and never let me go. Alright?”

I nodded, “alright.”

He started the motorbike, firstly he drove at a slow speed and then he began to speed.

I could feel the wind blowing through my hair, cutting sharply against my skin and I clung onto him more tightly.

As he gained speed I felt my heart racing as well and beating heavenly inside my chest as the euphoria grew through my veins. The more I held onto him the more I felt the fear of the high speed slowly fade away and welcome the freedom that came along.

He lifted a hand from the motorbike to hold my hand and then he checked if I was okay. After making sure I was alright he even soared with the bike.

The wind blew my hair and my skin filled with goosebumps as my heart dropped in my chest for the fear but then when he smiled at me the fear suddenly disappeared and he raced faster.

It was so amazing. I had never felt that free in a long long time.

It was like the time stopped and I was at peace, just like the street in front of us, empty and straight with no road. My legs were still trembling but this time it was of joy.

He parked in front of the restaurant and took off his helmet.

I hugged him as if I was a kid who hadn’t seen him in years, the joy was just of gratitude for making me feel alive once again and never failed in surprising me.

I felt so lucky to have him by my side.

“Are you alright?” He asked me concerned for the sudden affection.

“Did you get scared because I was too fast?” He asked.

I shook my head, “no, I just had so much fun and I love you so much for surprising me for the umpteenth time.” I whispered.

He kissed me, “this is my job. Surprising you and making you happy.”

If that was his job I wasn’t surprised that just like the amazing worker he was he wouldn’t disappoint me.

We walked into the diner which was a classic countryside diner where the main courses were pasta cheese and various amounts of meat of every kind.

I ordered pork with potatoes by the side while he ordered a shepherd’s pie.

“I am very sorry I didn’t introduce you to my mother since I looked forward to it but I still had an amazing time with you just like usual.”

I took a bite of the meat and after swallowing down I smiled, “me too. I am so proud of you for dealing with the issue amazingly.” I stretched my hand to cover his hand and held it.

“I am proud of myself too. And of the person, I am becoming thanks to you.” He replied gazing at our hands entwined together.

The waiter poured some wine into our glasses.

“You’re the only one who had seen those fragile parts of my behavior.”

He took a deep sigh, “I don’t want anyone to break us, Lily. I was never good at dealing fractures in relationships.”

He took another resigned breath as his voice lowered down, ” I can’t imagine how painful it will be to live without you but I don’t want to find out.”

“Trust me, me either. That’s why we have to never find out. You had promised me, do you remember? I am holding onto that promise.” I reminded him.

I felt so sorry for not having met his mother because he was still sad about that and seeing him so emotionally touched by something he couldn’t control hurt me. But despite that, I was so glad that he didn’t let that disappointment ruin both his mood and our weekend. He still decided to talk to me about his problem and somehow move on that facing his weakness and the traumas of the past.

I couldn’t be prouder of the mature handsome strong man I had by my side.