Salvatore Dalla Part 2
"Amah?" I spoke after a few minutes of silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts, but our bodies still intertwined in the water, touching and holding each other as closely as possible.
"Yes?"
"Why did you come into the warehouse? I asked you to stay in the car."
"I wanted to be with you, Salvatore. I don’t just want what you offer when we’re alone." She turned her body so our eyes could meet. "I want all of you. I want the calm, but I also want to be there for the storm."
"You're not afraid?"
"I know you’d never hurt me. You’ve had many chances to, but each time you chose to care for me. I know I can't protect you from anything, but at least let me stand by your side through it all."
"But I didn’t want you to see me like that." I was completely honest, letting her see deeper into me than I’d ever allowed anyone else.
"But that’s who you are, Salvatore. I’m not here because I see you as some fairytale prince. I’m here because you make me feel alive. You pulled me out of the stagnant life I was living, or rather, surviving."
"You don’t know what you’re saying. I should ask you to walk away, but..." I kissed her lips gently.
"But?"
"I can’t. For the first time, I can’t do something I know is the right thing."
"I know, Salvatore. You make me feel a chill down my spine, but it’s not fear—it’s anticipation. When I’m with you, it’s as if my entire being wakes up from a constant state of numbness. Everything in me responds to you. I don’t know what you’re willing to give me, but I accept whatever it is. And even though you won’t admit it, I know you’re better when I’m around, and that’s why I’ll always be here, even if you don’t want me to be. I’ll always stand by your side."
"Don’t say that, *mia Amah*, don’t promise something you won’t be able to keep."
"Unless you break me, I’ll always be with you, in any circumstance."
I silenced her with a kiss, worshiping her body with mine. Deep down, I wanted her words to be true, I wanted her for myself, as essential as the air I breathe. But I still couldn’t grasp everything that consumed me when I was with her.
And when we were done, lips pressed together and breathing heavily, I realized for the first time, I hadn’t just had sex or made love for pleasure—I had loved Amapola with every part of me.
Lying in bed afterward, caressing her back to lull her into sleep after I had taken every ounce of strength from her, I made one final comment before she drifted off. Her response would echo in my mind forever.
"Maybe it would’ve been better if you had left. I don’t have much to offer you, *mia Amah*," I said.
"Don’t say that, Salvatore. I’m here because I want to be. I know all the risks."
"I made you my prisoner and then let you go. I don’t understand why you stayed."
"Salvatore," she called my attention, locking her gaze deeply into mine, baring her soul to me. "You didn’t imprison me. I came to you searching for my father. Being held was just a consequence. Knowing who you are, you didn’t have another option."
"Don’t justify my actions, Amapola."
"I’m not. I see your mistakes and your flaws, but rest assured that if I’m here, it’s because I want to be. I’m fully aware of that. Nothing and no one can hold me except my own will to stay. I’m here, and I’ll remain as long as you make me feel good, as long as I want to."
I said nothing more, nor did she. I simply replayed her words in my mind over and over until sleep took me, but with the certainty that I would do whatever it took to make her want to stay with me forever.
*Mia Amah, amore mio.*
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