Devour

I don't remember who you really are.

I had forgotten exactly how intimidating that house was. Ville pushed the wrought iron door open and dragged our luggage in behind him. I stepped inside the home it smelled musty and abandoned yet I felt at home again.

"Here we are." Ville said as he put the bags down. I smiled and looked around. It was dusty everywhere, not a thing had been touched since I locked the doors.

"Home sweet home!" I said as I walked around the kitchen.

"Have you ever wondered why the front door opens into the kitchen?" He asked, I hopped up onto the kitchen island.

"Yeah, but I like it." I said as I stared at the brick floor. It was cool in the summer, perfect actually, if we were in the 'states. Here it's too cold.

Ville stood in between my legs and smiled a cocky smile.

"Do you remember what happened here?" He asked, I knew the images of sweating bodies screaming for air were flowing through his brain. I smiled and kissed his cheek.

I remember everything that happened in that house, romantically involving us. I ran my hand up his tattooed arm. He shivered.

"Let's turn the heat on, it's cold." He said and went to leave. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back to me. I was starving for the taste of him.

He quickly wrapped his arms around me. While he was gone I'd have vivid dreams about him with other girls...this is the only thing I can do to get the image out of my head.

I released him and jumped down.

"Wow." He said, dumbfounded. I smiled and walked upstairs. Every ounce of this house was weighed down with memories. Some good, some bad, some I never thought would happen.

Ville was directly behind me. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around, he nearly ran clean over top of me.

"Do you ever thing maybe we're moving too fast...in everything we've ever done?"

He frowned, "Don't be so serious all the time, love." He said then kissed my forehead.

"It always felt right."

"Doesn't that matter more than anything?"

I nodded my head. We continued up the winding stairs and into the bedroom. This room was sacred to me.

"You remember the first time we came here?" He asked as he took our bags to the closet.

I smiled quietly, it was the first time we had sex.