2.25- Her Childhood

She shuddered with relief, a deep relief welling up from the core of her doubts and worries. He moved closer and put his hands up to the sides of her face, holding her firmly so he could gaze at her and make her feel as though her soul was being revealed to him, to be seen and understood, and to come out. For some reason, though at that moment, she didn't mind her habit of keeping her inner feelings hidden and protected.

"There's nothing wrong with you," he repeated, frowning. "You're passionate, sensual, beautiful, addictive."

Addictive, almost not. Yet somehow, standing in that idyllic cove, it was easier for her to believe Victor's words. Victor made her feel great, and it scared her because feeling great would make her relax, trust him, make herself care about him again, and Amy couldn't take that risk.

She will be leaving soon. But now, it felt so good to be close to him, naked, in the sun, the ocean wrapping their feet, rolling decadently toward the shore each time. "Just make