Listen to "Love Song" by Lana Del Rey

ELISABETH WILSON'S POV

It's a good feeling, knowing that you cherish someone and they cherish you back. That it isn't one sided and hidden. Because love should be celebrated, and not thrown in the pits. As time passes, I begin to painfully wish that I never met James, because he was my down fall. I wasted alot of time in the arms of a man who was never ever going to love me, who isn't even capable of owning a heart much less accepting another's. I often wonder how it could've been, if I never pushed Enos away from the very beginning, when we were still teenagers. This would've been a totally different story.

But the past is in the past, because there's a future far more greater.

On the week course, I've done three of my examinations online. They were quite hard to be honest, and mostly because I hadn't taken time to fully prepare. I have always been a hard working student, and taken a big amount of my free time to study effectively, but recently it hasn't been that way. Ever since New York, the half of my semester was rough and I was not in the best state mentally and physically.

Though the papers were difficult, I have confidence that I will atleast pass to continue. I answered half of the questions with absolute certainty.

Everything will be alright and then I can finally complete my enrollment at the NYU Cleveland campus next semester and finish my first year. The second year of Medical school is usually one of the toughest, fifteen percent of students end up repeating that year. I need to be prepared, and it starts with making things right with my last semester this year.

NYU is hard, not harder than princeton or Ivy league but it's measurably complicated. Alot of work is needed. But I must be emotionally and psychologically ready to handle everything.

It's a Friday night and I'm waiting for Enos to get back home. I've been laying here on his bed while listening to mixtapes and feeling excited.

We hardly spent time together this week since I was caught up in school, and he was working. Enos had plenty of job gigs this week, first with Bill and Veronica, the garage, then as a gym trainer and the occasional plumbing. He hasn't had time to even relax and we've both been anticipating this weekend.

He offered to bring dinner and should be back soon. It's strange how I get tingly everytime I think about our moments together. Its the fact that Enos is good at showing affection, he is touchy, all the time. And I really like that about him.

The importance of touch is usually over looked and that is sad because as human beings__ feeling the touch of the person you care about is essential, it's deeper than we think, comforting, needed, craved by the soul, it's how emotions get communication. And I love it when he touches me. It's my weakness. And I think he knows because that is what he does most when we're together.

The sound of the door shutting signalled his arrival. I run to him at the living room.

The wide smile on his face and the glistering of his perfect eyes as he saw me warmed the room. "I'm home." He said while opening up his arms for me to settle in.

I love that line.

His arms wrapped around me as I buried my face on his broad shoulder. The grocery bags on the table, and his tools on the floor, with his love on my grasp. I felt amazing. Goodness! Why does everything feel so fucking perfect this way?

"You're finally here." I beamed, raising my head to face the man of the hour. "We can eat now."

Enos kissed me, bringing our lips together, sliding his tongue on mine and knocking the breath out of me. He does it so well. I leaned into his mouth, holding his shoulders and getting closer to his body. "I was thinking about you on the drive here."

"What did you think about?" I said above his lips.

He kissed me deeper, once, "The sound of your voice, how these lips make me wanna party, your sweet sweet scent."

I hummed in satisfaction, biting on his bottom lip. "You should know that I was doing the same."

Enos looked at me with a grin on his face. "Tell me then, what Elisabeth Gorgeous Wilson often thinks of when I cross her innocent little mind."

I kissed the tip of his nose, blushing. "About these blessed heavenly arms and what they are capable of." I moved my hands on them gently. "How they drive me crazy."

Enos laughed humorously, lifting me up from the ground and walking us to the kitchen. "You dirty minded sweet creature." He sat me on the island with his arms round my waist.

"I might get addicted to coming home to this." His voice was sure and he kissed me again. "And to your lips, these delicious soft lips."

He has no idea what those words do to me. Enos is unaware of the heat between my legs. "What's for dinner?" I asked.

"You decide." Enos licked his own lips, enticing me to stare at them. "It's up to you."

Help me good good universe. Because there's very little patience and control left in me. We are taking things slow, that's what we agreed upon. But it's getting agonizing and achingly slow. And with each passing day, I see my walls crumbing to the freaking gutters. I want him, I want to love him, I want everything.

It's only a matter of time.

"What's in the bags?" I glanced at the livingroom.

Enos pulled away after giving my forehead a peck, heading for the groceries and laying them on the kitchen counter next to me.

"We have your favorite apple juice," he ravaged the bags. "Vegetable stew, noodles, not forgetting meat balls and hot sauce. Some fruits and extra cheese." Enos leaned on the counter.

"You didn't forget the extra cheese this time," I clapped my hands.

"And then have you pouting on me, no way." He chuckled, patting my cheek. "Let's warm this up."

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On this bed, I laid my head against his chest, his arm on my shoulder and the other on my waist. We ate dinner already, he took a shower as I waited patiently for him to join me afterwards.

When Enos was done freshing up, wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else, he dived inside the covers, bringing me closer to his body as he leaned his back on the headboard. I was already used to this. As attractive as he was, and tempting in every way, I was actually coping. We stared at the ceiling while embracing, it was peaceful, he gives me plenty of that. I played with the skin of his bare tattooed chest as he caressed my side. The ink is art, it fits his body gloriously.

"I'm glad the week is over." He huffed. "It has been torturous."

"Sorry about that."

Enos smiled at me. "Thank you babe."

Whoa! He has never called me that before till now. My cheeks turned crimson. "Babe?" I beamed and raised my head to level with his. "When was this?Are we already going steady and I wasn't informed?"

He gifted me with a laugh, "Don't you like that? Babe?"

I was flushing, redder than a tomato. "You haven't asked me yet."

"I didn't think it was necessary, you are automatically mine either way. Isn't that right?"

I was swept by his eyes, knowingly, I traced my fingers on his lips like a map. "Claim the right." I challenged.

His eyes turned a darker shade,"Sit on my lap."

I complied gladly, placing myself securely on top his body, my hands on his shoulders. Enos was roaming his eyes on my body, that action was igniting things inside me. I took a slow deep breath as he studied me as always.

"Nice skirt. It's cute on you." He praised, his hands hiked up my skirt and trailed up the inside of my thighs. I whimper from his gentle endeavours. He watched as my breathing changed, enjoying the effect he has on me. "I guessed earlier that you might like it."

Enos tightened his hold on me to emphasize that, "I love it."

He also loves touching me, if I may add.

"You are so gorgeous." The confession comes easily from him.

I connected our lips, kissing him harder than I ever have. Enos was quick to respond, adjusting to the movement of my lips and eventually over powering my urges with his own. The nerves went down my spine as he grabbed my bums, bringing our bodies impossibly closer together. This man has never failed to convey his emotions through his tongue, his hands squeezing on me, those touches.

"Yes." I agreed.

He paused to stare into my eyes. "You'll be my_"

I chuckled happily. "Of course, I'll be your girlfriend."

Enoa growled,"Finally," with clenched fists, as if celebrating a victory. He was ecstatic and I was glad to see that wide smile on his wonderful face. "I knew that you'd say yes, but it feels great hearing it out loud."

"It feels great saying it." I confessed. It was easy, with no regrets, or doubt, or fear. It was genuine, true, it felt right. Enos feels right.

He kissed me strongly, with a hungrier passion, and a starved want. I felt it clearly when my bottom lip was pulled into his mouth as he slowly laid me on bed, coming on top of me. I moaned, granting him access as I parted my lips and his tongue sweeps inside. I spread my legs open for him to settle in between. His fingers trailed my thighs from above to below. Caressing me as he explored my mouth until we were both satisfied. I'm panting against him, aching into his body.

"Tell me this isn't a dream. Assure me that I ain't making this up in my head anymore. That everything is actually happening, and it's no longer an impossible fantasy."

I remember his words again, during our way to the california state prison. I held Enos's cheek, gazing deep into his orbs, "You have me now, evidently, without a doubt."

Enos leaned his forehead on mine, "You have no idea how long I've waited for this."

I sighed in relief. "And you have no idea how long I've waited to hear someone tell me that they love me in this way. This is all I have ever wanted Enos, to feel truly loved, safe, happy, free."

I brought our lips together again.

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