'If toi l’amour someone, toi let them be themselves and if toi can't ou toi won't then something...somethings fucked.'
They looked at each other for a moment, John knew she was right. He could never be himself with Adile he had to be Brendan Shae, the man she loved. If he told her the truth..she would leave him but what if he told Martha? would she let him leave? He wasn't going to take that chance
'I gotta go.' He picked up his veste and left. She heard the door shut and sighed, feeling a little cœur, coeur broken.
John stopped on the doorstep and looked back at the house. He didn't want to take that last step and leave forver, he wished things could be different but he loved Adile and knew she was waiting. But he also had feelings for Martha though he would never admit it to her. He shook his head then went back up to the door. After he knocked he heard Martha's footsteps, she opened the door.
'John..'
He placed a finger on her lip and looked at her for a moment, she was want he wanted, what he needed. He took her face his hands, leaned in and kissed her.
'John...wait.' she gently pushed him away.
'What? what is it?'
'I just..im so confused..first your leaving with your girlfriend and now you're here with me?'
'Martha, i know it may seem a little strange but as i was outisde i realised something..you're the one i want to be with. I couldn't leave you, i couldn't leave the team. toi gave me a purpose after everyone else warned toi about me, toi went with your instincts and that led us to this point. toi didn't turn your back on me, please don't do it now.'
She looked at him and sighed, she felt the same way about him but he still keeps secrets from her. Could she actually trust him? She took his hand in hers and looked in his eyes, with that one gaze they both knew what they wanted. Martha leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant placing a quick Kiss on his lips which he captured within seconds. Her arms unconsciously went round his neck while he wrapped his around her waist pulling in her closer to him. After awhile they broke apart, Martha placed her head on his shoulder and he nuzzled into her neck.
'John'
'Hmm?'
'Are toi sure?' He pulled away so he could see her. 'About this?'
He kissed her again.
'I've never been plus sure about anything.'
She grabbed his veste and pulled him into a kiss. She wanted this for so long. John gently pushed her up against the mur and deepend the kiss. She pushed his veste from his shoulders as he lifted her up so she could emballage, wrap her legs around him. They made their way upstairs to the bedroom and he placed her down on the bed, never breaking the kiss. After a moment, John broke the Kiss to look at her.
'You're so beautiful.'
He moved his hand to the hem of her jumper but she grabbed his hands to stop him.
'What is it?'
Martha pushed him off her so she could sit up, She looked so nervous.
'Martha?'
She took hold of her jumper and pulled it over her head and he saw what she didn't want him too.
'We're both damaged John, i'm just...'
He traced each scar gently with his fingertips, each one a representation of her pain, suffering and stress.
'Martha toi are amazing.'
'How? How am i?
'By montrer me the scars, you're montrer me your true self and thats the Martha i want to know. I want to know her story, i want to understand her then i want to help her.'
She grabbed the back of neck and pulled him into a kiss.
'I l’amour toi John Bloom.'
'And i l’amour toi Martha.'
They looked at each other for a moment, John knew she was right. He could never be himself with Adile he had to be Brendan Shae, the man she loved. If he told her the truth..she would leave him but what if he told Martha? would she let him leave? He wasn't going to take that chance
'I gotta go.' He picked up his veste and left. She heard the door shut and sighed, feeling a little cœur, coeur broken.
John stopped on the doorstep and looked back at the house. He didn't want to take that last step and leave forver, he wished things could be different but he loved Adile and knew she was waiting. But he also had feelings for Martha though he would never admit it to her. He shook his head then went back up to the door. After he knocked he heard Martha's footsteps, she opened the door.
'John..'
He placed a finger on her lip and looked at her for a moment, she was want he wanted, what he needed. He took her face his hands, leaned in and kissed her.
'John...wait.' she gently pushed him away.
'What? what is it?'
'I just..im so confused..first your leaving with your girlfriend and now you're here with me?'
'Martha, i know it may seem a little strange but as i was outisde i realised something..you're the one i want to be with. I couldn't leave you, i couldn't leave the team. toi gave me a purpose after everyone else warned toi about me, toi went with your instincts and that led us to this point. toi didn't turn your back on me, please don't do it now.'
She looked at him and sighed, she felt the same way about him but he still keeps secrets from her. Could she actually trust him? She took his hand in hers and looked in his eyes, with that one gaze they both knew what they wanted. Martha leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant placing a quick Kiss on his lips which he captured within seconds. Her arms unconsciously went round his neck while he wrapped his around her waist pulling in her closer to him. After awhile they broke apart, Martha placed her head on his shoulder and he nuzzled into her neck.
'John'
'Hmm?'
'Are toi sure?' He pulled away so he could see her. 'About this?'
He kissed her again.
'I've never been plus sure about anything.'
She grabbed his veste and pulled him into a kiss. She wanted this for so long. John gently pushed her up against the mur and deepend the kiss. She pushed his veste from his shoulders as he lifted her up so she could emballage, wrap her legs around him. They made their way upstairs to the bedroom and he placed her down on the bed, never breaking the kiss. After a moment, John broke the Kiss to look at her.
'You're so beautiful.'
He moved his hand to the hem of her jumper but she grabbed his hands to stop him.
'What is it?'
Martha pushed him off her so she could sit up, She looked so nervous.
'Martha?'
She took hold of her jumper and pulled it over her head and he saw what she didn't want him too.
'We're both damaged John, i'm just...'
He traced each scar gently with his fingertips, each one a representation of her pain, suffering and stress.
'Martha toi are amazing.'
'How? How am i?
'By montrer me the scars, you're montrer me your true self and thats the Martha i want to know. I want to know her story, i want to understand her then i want to help her.'
She grabbed the back of neck and pulled him into a kiss.
'I l’amour toi John Bloom.'
'And i l’amour toi Martha.'
