Song: Mine by Bazzi

"I have something to show you." I kissed him again.

"What is it?" He smiled behind his blinds.

"You will see soon." I stood up from his lap and took his hand, slowly leading him down the spiral stairs into the kitchen.

I led him to the bar and guided him to sit the highchair. "Just a few seconds more, honey."

In my bag, I took out the small leather scrapbook that I had been working on the last few days while Henry wasn't around.

It contained pictures of Henry and me, the ones we took when we were in Bora Bora and some I took of us the last few days in Chicago.

It wasn't much, but I knew there would be opportunities for more pictures of us in the future. I wanted to capture our moments as much as I could going forward.

I laid the book on top the marble counter, anxious to see my husband's reaction, and walked behind him to undo the tie around his face. "Look what I made you."

Henry looked down at the book and reached for it onto his lap. While he carefully flipped through the pages, he slowly peered through our pictures together with a warm smile on his face.

"I wanted you to have something that will remind you of me," I said. "When we're not together."

"Thank you, Ally. I love it so much already. Everything about it. I promise to take very good of it." With the book in one hand, he pulled me in between his legs. "I absolutely will look at it when I miss your face. But I already know that I will think of you all the time while I'm gone."

Henry set the book on the counter and leaned in to kiss me passionately, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"You're welcome," I said through kisses as I sunk into his arms.

He stood up on his feet and lifted me onto him, my legs circling around his waist. My hands wrapped over his shoulders as our lips continue to lock in endless, passionate motions.

He carried me down into one of the bedroom, dropped me onto the mattress, and crawled over my body until his face reached mine.

I closed my eyes as Henry leaned down, his lips melding with mine. My hands gently pushed against his chest, and I rolled him over onto his back. I straddled him, and he sat himself up to my level, his hands feeling over my curves from my thighs, to my hips, then to my waist.

I gently placed my hands on both side of his cheeks and let my lips melt over his.

His fingers slipped under my blouse, and he pulled it over my head. He placed a trail of kisses along my right clavicle bone up to my neck.

"Henry ..." I uttered breathlessly.

"Hmm?" he hummed as he kissed my neck from side to side. "What is it?"

He stopped, and we looked at each other in the eye.

"Nothing. I just wanted to tell you ... to come back quickly from your trip."

He smiled. "I will, sweetie."

I smiled back. "I miss you already."

"I'm still right here, very much with you."

"I know." I half-heartedly chuckled like I said something dumb.

"How about this? I won't go to work tomorrow so we can spend the day together."

I shook my head and frowned. "No, don't do that. You cannot put work off because of me. Work is important, and I don't want to be the reason you're missing time at the office."

"Ally, remember what I said long time ago? Work used to be important to me. It was my distraction from the complicated world of my past, but now, not anymore. I found you, and you turned my world beautiful. Now you're the most important person in my life. No one can replace you ever."

He caressed me cheek with the back of his fingers.

"Do you understand?"

I nodded with a smile. "Yes."

"Because of you, I live. Because of you, I love. Everything is because of you. I love you."

"I love you, too."

I kissed him and unbuttoned his shirt from his body. After I threw Henry's shirt somewhere in the room, he rolled me over onto my back.

Situating himself between my legs, he smoothed a hand up my right thigh as our bodies rocked against each other.

My breaths quickened.

Henry looked alluring into my eyes for a moment before leaning down to kiss me. He pushed my skirt up to my waist and removed my knickers down my legs.

He undid his trousers with one hand and without removing them, he inserted his shaft at my entrance. His hands grabbed my hands, intertwining his fingers between mine.

He fully entered inside of me, and I moaned, arching my back up against him. He pulled out slowly and thrusted again.

His lips moved down from mine, assaulting my neck while his hands held mine down firmly against the bed.

I groaned out loud, unable to contain my lips from my growing orgasm.

Henry's hands released mine and held against the headboard, driving inside me further and erratically.

My hands snaked around to his muscular back and felt his sweaty, warm skin.

His arms quickly scooped under my thighs, pushing them higher up and driving my orgasm to insanity.

He thrusted faster and harder while my finger nails dug into him, mirroring his intensity.

Henry placed his forward over mine as he peered into my eyes. I clung tightly to him as my high loomed closer and closer, our slightly-parted lips grazing over each other.

"Henry," I moaned out loud as I reached my threshold.

My body tensed up in an electrifying state. The familiar pleasurable and lustful feeling surged inside me, through my veins, my body, my mind.

After we caught our breaths again, he placed a kiss at the top of my head, over each of my eyelids, then at the tip of my nose and to my lips.

When Henry climbed off me and laid next to my side, I moved off the bed for the bathroom. Before I could step onto the carpet, his hands wound around my front and he pulled me back down to the bed. My back collided against his warm, naked chest.

"Where do you think you're going?" He encased me into his arms and placed his chin on my left shoulder.

I turned my gaze toward his. "I was going to make you something to eat. You must be hungry since you hadn't eaten anything when I picked you up."

"That can be put off to later, honey." He kissed the side of my neck. "I'm not finished with you yet."

His lips found mine again, and after I turned around to straddle him, he stood up and carried me from the bed.

He pushed me up against the wall of the yacht. Holding my body up, he inserted his member inside me again.

As he moved in and out of me, my legs locked around his waist. His hands gripped around my wrists and placed them above my head while he kissed me, deeper and intenser ...

When I woke up the next morning, Henry was still asleep. I left a soft kiss on his cheek, careful not to wake him.

My eyes moved over to the sunlight streaming through the sheer blinds.

I peeked at the time on the clock: 6:15 am.

Grabbing the extra unused white sheet in the bed, I wrapped it around my body and walked over to the window.

I moved the blinds to the side and looked out at the beautiful blue lake—it reminded me of Henry's grandfather's cabin in Colorado.

That was it.

Once Henry returns from Vienna and Nana gets better, we should take a trip out there—just the three of us.

After all, it was a tradition, and we should strive to keep it alive.

I smiled to myself of the idea. It was perfect.

"Good morning, you."

I turned to my sleepy husband, who was now awake and sitting upright on the bed. That smile was already on his face.

I smiled at him. "Morning, you."

Henry walked over to where I stood and held me from behind. He removed the sheet from my around my body, and it fell down to our feet. He left a kiss on left shoulder and scooped me up into his arms.

He brought me inside the bathroom to the glass walk-in shower and let me onto my feet.

Henry pressed a button on the side of the control and water seeped out through the shower head on top over us.

I squeezed some shampoo into my hand and started massaging it onto Henry's hair. He was a little tall for me, but I stood on his feet to help with the height issue. His hands secured me from behind, so that helped as well.

Bubbles and white foam formed over his head, and with a smirk on my face, I covered my soapy hands over his face. I giggled out loud as Henry was caught by surprise.

I tried to escape him, but he swiftly wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me back against his body.

"So you want to play?" he teased.

I screamed. "Sorry, Henry. I was just playing with you. No! No!"

He reached for the foam on his head and scooped a handful into his hand. I closed my eyes and squirmed as he held me tightly while he slathered the soap all over my face.

He let me free and he was the one to chuckle out loud.

As I finally rinsed the soap of my face to see him, he crashed his lips against mine and pushed me up against the wall.

This was my last full day with my husband until he returned from Europe, and I didn't want to waste one second of it.

....

On Wednesday afternoon, Larry drove Henry and me to O'hare Airport.

My husband held my hand in one hand while the other pulled his luggage behind him as we walked inside the entrance to the TSA check in.

I felt a mixture of feelings I couldn't explain with words, feelings that couldn't be shaken off with a few good words or a hug exchange.

I desperately wished to tell him what I was hiding inside but the information would only destroyed Henry. Prolonging this secret would only make this worse, but I held my lips from uttering anything—not even a clue to him.

"How long will you be gone?" I asked once we stopped in front of the pre-check line.

"It is going to be about one week. I will let you know if I can return earlier."

I nodded. "Sorry again that I couldn't go with you."

"Don't worry." He smiled. "I can't wait to see you when I return home. I going to miss you every second you are not with me. At least I have the scrapbook you made me."

I smiled. "I'm going to miss you too. Don't worry about Nana, Larry, or me. I'll take good care of us."

"I know you will." He pulled me for a long hug. "I wished I could hold you like this every day."

"Just picture me in your arms then."

"It's going to be hard without the real you next to me." Henry looked at me. "Really hard."

"But I'm always with you." I placed a hand over its heart. "In here." We both smiled together. "And we can aways video chat as well. Alright, it's almost your boarding time. You don't want to be late for your flight, dear."

"Alright."

I wrapped my arms across his shoulders and kissed him for a few seconds. "Have fun and think of me."

"All the time." He grabbed the luggage handle and prepared to leave.

Our hands parted, and he strolled away toward the TSA pre-check line, looking back every few seconds to see that I was still standing right where I was, looking back at him.

With Henry on the business trip, I could visit Nana freely at my will. I hated sneaking around his back because I knew he only wanted to know if I was safe.

I hated lying to him, but it was a necessary evil thing that I had to do.

Henry and I waved a final goodbye to each other as he disappeared from the corner to his terminal.

A long breath expelled from my breath. The heavy weight on my chest the last two days lifted slightly, before coming down heavier tenfolds.

It hadn't even been a minute yet, and I already missed him so much.

.....

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