Out of the Shaddows
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M through R › Man Who Cried, The
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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2,261
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7
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Chapter 3
Sabine sat on her bed and kicked off her slippers. In her mind, she scanned over the last few moments she had shared with Cesar. What had happened to her? She had become a champion of keeping her feeling to herself. No one knew half of what she had just confessed to him in those fleeting moments. What was it about him that brought about such honesty and trusting? She simply couldn’t identify it.
She thought about his face and the secrets hidden within the scars and lines. He was a beautiful man with high, sharp cheekbones and a strong, square jaw. She thought of how elegantly his lips stretched when he would smile and how his whole face softened when he lowered his eyes. Those eyes were intoxicating. He had studied her with such intensity. The memory of those dark eyes had been embedded in her mind. They were warm and promising and Sabine could feel her whole body tingle at the thought of them on her. Were they his hidden power? Had she mistaken their intensity for honesty? Whether she had or not, there was no denying she was drawn to him and it felt good to be drawn to a man again.
She lay down on her bed, her body too warm for a blanket. It had been years since she thought of man other than Armand. Her childhood love, she had come to think of him as the only man she would ever feel desire for. When he had joined the Nazis, she was certain her ability to love was gone. Armand had hardened her. Even at the young age of 21 she firmly believed her life of passion and yearning was over. Men were a realm of uncertainty and lies. She thought she knew the man she loved but it had all been a fantasy. He had committed an act crueler than adultery. It would have been easier to forgive infidelity. But he had been seduced by money and power and hate. It if could happen to Armand, it could happen to any man. With that strong belief, she had sworn off men.
For the last eighteen months it had been easy to keep her vow. She rarely was introduced to men and the men she did know assumed she was still married. Armand’s death was no secret but people believed she was the mourning widow. No one knew the truth of Sabine’s heart. It suited her well. No men called on her. No one tried to entice her and so she was never in danger of being enticed.
That was until Cesar had chosen her doorway to hide. He was different in so many ways. Mysterious and cautious, he was also distinguished and proud, qualities which had been lost to other men in his position. She couldn’t help but feel excited by his strength and hope in the face of danger. She saw it mirrored in her own.
Sabine closed her eyes, slowly falling into sleep with thoughts of the handsome stranger asleep in her sitting room. She thought of how his white shirt exposed his upped chest and she wondered what the rest of his body looked like. She wondered if his arms were strong and muscular and how they would feel around her. She felt the familiar rush of heat in her lower abdomen. It was a feeling she had missed and she silently thanked Cesar. He was returning to her what had been lost so long ago and he had no idea. She fell asleep with him in her thoughts and a smile on her face.
She thought about his face and the secrets hidden within the scars and lines. He was a beautiful man with high, sharp cheekbones and a strong, square jaw. She thought of how elegantly his lips stretched when he would smile and how his whole face softened when he lowered his eyes. Those eyes were intoxicating. He had studied her with such intensity. The memory of those dark eyes had been embedded in her mind. They were warm and promising and Sabine could feel her whole body tingle at the thought of them on her. Were they his hidden power? Had she mistaken their intensity for honesty? Whether she had or not, there was no denying she was drawn to him and it felt good to be drawn to a man again.
She lay down on her bed, her body too warm for a blanket. It had been years since she thought of man other than Armand. Her childhood love, she had come to think of him as the only man she would ever feel desire for. When he had joined the Nazis, she was certain her ability to love was gone. Armand had hardened her. Even at the young age of 21 she firmly believed her life of passion and yearning was over. Men were a realm of uncertainty and lies. She thought she knew the man she loved but it had all been a fantasy. He had committed an act crueler than adultery. It would have been easier to forgive infidelity. But he had been seduced by money and power and hate. It if could happen to Armand, it could happen to any man. With that strong belief, she had sworn off men.
For the last eighteen months it had been easy to keep her vow. She rarely was introduced to men and the men she did know assumed she was still married. Armand’s death was no secret but people believed she was the mourning widow. No one knew the truth of Sabine’s heart. It suited her well. No men called on her. No one tried to entice her and so she was never in danger of being enticed.
That was until Cesar had chosen her doorway to hide. He was different in so many ways. Mysterious and cautious, he was also distinguished and proud, qualities which had been lost to other men in his position. She couldn’t help but feel excited by his strength and hope in the face of danger. She saw it mirrored in her own.
Sabine closed her eyes, slowly falling into sleep with thoughts of the handsome stranger asleep in her sitting room. She thought of how his white shirt exposed his upped chest and she wondered what the rest of his body looked like. She wondered if his arms were strong and muscular and how they would feel around her. She felt the familiar rush of heat in her lower abdomen. It was a feeling she had missed and she silently thanked Cesar. He was returning to her what had been lost so long ago and he had no idea. She fell asleep with him in her thoughts and a smile on her face.