A Crime Of Passion

Chapter 4: Truth About Love

 The roof became my second favorite place on earth. The stars shone differently. It was pretty late, but I was not fully aware of time I was busy, my lips were busy, my mind was resting for the very first time. The feel-good-hormones being released from my brain to everywhere in me. I felt physically and emotionally grand! Truthfully, Jane is the only person who can trigger my long lost happiness. we both couldn't stop, I held her closer to me, her hands wrapped around my shoulders; I couldn't help not smiling. Our kiss filled with enough passion that was so close to making me go deaf. She felt so good in my arms, she fits me perfectly. Catching our breaths we stopped to get a better look over each other, the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on. There, in front of me, all alone finally I have her. I repeated the mantra several times in my head "make no mistake now, she's finally yours to have"

She rested a hand over my cheek, looking into my eyes straight to my soul that said every love word and sang every love song cheerfully. I became a whole new person for and because of her, it hasn't been long enough..yet

'Deep in my soul, I've been so lonely

All of my hopes, fading away

I've longed for love, like everyone else does

I know I'll keep searching, even after today

So there it is girl, I've said it all now

And here we are babe, what do you say?

We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow?

We've got tonight babe

Why don't you stay?'

           We took this to her place, quite a long day it was for her she needed sleep to process. I haven't been sleeping much, either. Unlocking the door, she walked and pulled me in behind her saying "you're staying with me tonight. I know you haven't been sleeping" one thing about Jane is that she learned to be analytic from me, same as having a tendency to smoke when things go wrong, very wrong. She didn't change a thing in her room, still as pearly-white as it was before I left. The king sized bed was my favorite to jump on, she hated anybody doing that but me. I was the only one allowed to do it, I had been flattered by her little sacrifice. She threw herself on the bed, I joined. We didn't say anything; we just laid there in silence, just enjoying each other's company. She placed her head over my shoulder, held my hand and slowly let her eyelids shut. I felt her drifting into deep sleep, so still and beautifully gorgeous she was. "How lucky I am to have found you" I exhaled

Craig.. What should we tell him? That we were secretly in love with each other and we didn't know? And he didn't say anything? Too soon way too soon, Ivy. 2 hours passed, I was in my familiar stages of sleep, I had almost forgotten how sleep was. Come away, sleep don't be shy.

            I had a dreamless sleep, or that was what I could remember the next morning. Jane was still asleep when I woke up, I thought I should do something awfully romantic since I was in a really good mood, it hit me, breakfast in bed. Tiptoed my way to the kitchen, on the counter was her Ipod plugged in the speakers. I mashed up everything in the kitchen to make her a fairly healthy satisfying meal, decided on the one thing she allows me to cook; pancakes with lots and lots of maple syrup just the way she likes it, Adam had taught me his secret recipe out of pity I couldn't still quite get it the way he did, I tried, though. And a thing I'd just invented that tasted really good. Hit play.

'To find the truth about love

As it comes, and it goes

A strange fascination with his lips and toes

Morning breath, bedroom eyes on a smiling face

Sheet marks rug burn, and a sugar glaze

The shock and the awe that can eat you raw

If the truth about love

I think it just may be perfect

You're the person of my dreams

I never ever ever ever been this happy

But now something has changed'

As much as I was in a very good mood, I couldn't stop thinking of what would change, what did we mean? That was it, I didn't care though, to picture an ending to us before it had even started, I wasn't even sure if this WAS really a thing or not. We told each other the truth and that mattered more.

I bounced back to real life, finished the freshly squeezed juice and went back to where her and I had peacefully spent the night. Since, making her breakfast was as romantic as it was, I decided it's fun to wake her up in the most inconvenient ways. Hopping on the bed next to her, I watched her wake up slowly, opened one eye to look around

     "Morning, sunshine" I said in an amused voiced.

     "Morning, love" she said half awake

     "Come on, I made you breakfast" not waiting for her to even wash up, I pulled her out of bed, carried her a few steps to hallway put her down and lead her to the kitchen

     "When did you get to do all that?" She said amazed by my surprise

     "I woke up too early"

      "Nicely done, it smells amazing" she nodded

She went to the table sleepily examining the food, took a bite of everything. Tasted everything around, she started eating like she hadn't been eating food for years. Yaay, my cooking has improved, I congratulated myself for accomplishing the mission.

I took a seat opposite to her, I tasted one of my pancakes "not bad" I thought out loud she replied "are you kidding?! these are amazing!"

We both ate and I added the fact that I had to go back home and change. She insisted on coming with as usual, it was stressful to argue with her, I also kinda liked the idea as well

"Maybe I can take you up for a road rage round?"

"Oh, I love how you read my mind. Babe, you're so on" she placed a kiss on my cheek went for a shower, I drank my coffee and searched for my cigarette pack. Couldn't remember where I left it. As soon as I put the mug on the kitchen counter to look for it, Jane was back taking my hand shoving me into her shower. With my clothes on. Dammit, Jane!

      "Could you get the water a little warmer at least?"

       "Sure"

The water was as perfect as she was, realized she was, too, in her clothes I was now less annoyed. It was kind of fun. Her blonde hair and clothes soaked in water, her beautifully green eyes meditating into mine.

Watching her I kept wondering 'The truth about love'. After very long deep thinking we were half way to my house, I found myself asking her

      "What's the truth about love?"

       "An album?"

      "No, I mean the actual thing. What is the truth about love? What is love in your point of view?"

      "I really don't know.. I'm still confused. I mean, I love you but how or why is a mystery to me at least, what about you?"

      "I don't know either.."

Seconds later we both giggled at our clueless-ness.

My apartment was a mess, though it was not my nature. Jane appreciated. Instead of cleaning up or eating or changing we spent it lying down on the floor, we agreed upon disappearing that day, switched our phones off, put it on the coffee table and ignored the world, for she was my world. I chose to be out of sight to dedicate my worthless time to her. We continued from where we left off on the roof, the magic was never gone. Still there, the sparks, the butterflies. Paradise. By then, I have known the truth about love. Love, is the way she looked at me cheerfully, the way she smiled in that way of hers I don't know, the way she made me want to run to her. She was the truth about love

     "Order the pizza, I'll get the game"

     "God, I love her"

I chuckled