ATHENA.
After we finished redecorating Orion and Harro's home, I decided to take a quick trip to Paris because of a photo shoot I had coming up. The work I did with Marcus was absolutely fabulous! He delivered on everything I requested, and it was so fun working with him. I felt a bit sad knowing I wouldn't be there when they got back from their vacation in a couple of days.
But now, back in Paris, I was excited for other things. I came back just a few days ago, and I already got an amazing surprise! You know how Azalea and I have been going out? Things have been really good between us, but I thought it would be a casual thing since she didn't really do relationships, right? Which I was completely fine with because I didn't want to rush anything. But guess what? She flew in from Germany the night before my photo shoot, why? Because she missed me! How sweet is that?And she followed me to the venue and stayed with me until I was done, and then we came back to my apartment together.
We'd spent yesterday shopping and getting a massage. While we were out last night on a date, and I opened up to her about visiting my parents for the first time since I called off my fake engagement with Orion. I was scared that they might never forgive me for what I did. I also felt like I had failed them. And then Azalea surprised me by saying...
"I might be saying this because I love you..." Let's just say I didn't let her finish that sentence, because what did she mean by 'she loves me?'
She on the other hand went deathly pale when she realized what she had just said. But wow! We talked about it afterward, and it turns out she actually likes, likes me! Not just a "let's have sex whenever you are in town" kind of like. She liked being with me on a deeper level, like the relationship kind!
I was amazed that she was in love with me. Me! Like, how did that even happen? I mean, I do love spending time with her, of course. The sex was good; no, scratch that! The sex was amazing! She made me feel so happy and wanted. Plus, she always tells me she's proud of me. I don't know how to explain it, but I think I might like her too; for real.
After her confession, I kind of impulsively asked her to come with me to visit my parents tomorrow. I still wasn't sure if it was wise of me to do that, but my heart hasn't stopped racing since then.
Now, sitting on my bed, I felt her presence before I even saw her. "What are you thinking about, gorgeous?" Azalea asked, walking towards me, water dripping from her freshly bathed hair. She handed me a towel to help dry her hair.
"Nothing important," I replied, making her smile as she sat down on the bed. I tilted her head towards me, feeling the warm pull between us. I wanted just a quick kiss at first, but when our lips touched, something changed the moment she moaned softly against me. I couldn't stop myself, I kissed her deeply slipping my tongue into her mouth exploring every inch of it.
"Someone is in the mood," she teased when we finally pulled apart. I felt my cheeks flush, but I didn't say anything. Instead, I went back to drying her long white luscious hair, feeling the softness of each strand in my hands.
Yeah, there was no denying it now. I was in love with this beautiful, amazing bundle of white-haired mess. As I worked on her hair, my heart swelled with a mix of excitement and fear. Taking this leap with Azalea felt like both the best decision and the riskiest thing I had ever done in my entire life.
But I wasn't looking back. I wanted to see where this led us. I wanted to explore the depth of her love and my emotions. The stunning backdrop of Paris paled next to the vivid colors of what Azalea brought into my life. This beautiful mess was ready for all the chaos and joy we could create together; I could feel it, and I was all in.