Adolf Hitler talking to ladies at Berghof terrace.
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"This means war, Ilse, and if anything happened to him, I’ll die too," I cried into my hands.
On the way back to Adolf’s Munich flat, I stayed quiet, moving away from his every touch. Every attempt he made to kiss me was avoided and I felt honestly hurt.
As we walked into his flat, his hand placed itself on my lower back and I just walked faster to get away from him. My face was tear stained. I wanted him to hold me, but, then again, I wanted him to leave me alone all at once.
"What’s wrong with you?" Adolf said, pulling me to look at him.
I shook my head, “Nothing is wrong. Don’t touch me.”
His face hardened and I turned away, more tears falling down my cheeks. I sat on his sofa and cried into my hands.
I thought he had went to bed until I felt a weight fall next to me and his arms wrap around me, pulling me until I was totally wrapped around him and crying into his chest.
"If something happens to you," I choked out, "I’ll die too."
He shushed me, his hand in my hair, which I had pulled out if its pins in the car, his other hand on my back. He held me until I was no longer gasping while I was breathing.
I let go if him, wiping the tears from my face, looking at him with red eyes and tear stained cheeks. He kissed my lips and pulled back to his chest.
"Nothing is going to happen to me, Eva," he whispered, laying me down on the coach, putting my head on his chest a he laid down with me.
"You don’t know that," I whimpered, gripping his arms and clothes. "What if, what if you are…"
I broke off my words, trying to keep my emotions blank. He just pulled my tighter, shushing me some more.
I was lulled to sleep by his voice, telling me that everything was going to be alright, and the sound if his deep breaths.
War was inevitable from this moment on. At least he was all mine from now on. He wouldn’t have time for other women, just me.
I woke up in the middle of the night, in his bed. He must have carried me. He wasn’t there and his side if the bed wasn’t touched. How did he carry me back here?
I walked into the kitchen and saw him still in his suit, his back to the door way, eating a peice of cake.
"What are you doing?" I asked blankly.
"Eating," he said with a mouthful of cake.
I broke a smile, wiping the chocolate from his lips, “I can tell.”
He smirked at me, picking me back up and carrying me back to his room, “Go back to sleep, Tschapperl. You need it.”
"Fine," I said, rubbing my eyes and covering myself with his blankets. "Hurry up and come lay with me. It’s cold in here."
"I will," he smiled, kissing me goodnight.
There was a stir in the silk sheets next to me, pulling me from a sweet dream. Yawning, I opened my eyes, feeling the warmth of my love’s arms around me.
I rolled over, facing him. His face was totally emotionless, yet he was so at bliss. Adi’s arms tightened around me. I gripped his night shirt, starring at his sweet face.
His snoring was quiet and soft in my ear. I wished I could see his intoxicating eyes, but I didn’t all at once. As long as he was asleep, his face wasn’t hard with war plans or frustration.
I kissed his nose, stroking his facial hair with a single finger. I froze when he started to shift, starring with wide eyes. He settled back down and I sighed with relief.
His bedside clock read four in the morning. As he shifted to his back, I rested my head on his strong chest, listening to his slow heartbeat. The slow pounding lulled me back to sleep, knowing he wasn’t going anywhere for a long while.
I woke up once more, but at a reasonable time to Adi watching me sleep and stroking my hair. He smiled down at me and I smiled back, the both of us sitting up.
"Are you hungry?" He asked, kissing my head.
I nodded, stretching as I climbed out of his bed, “But I am going to change. I don’t think your housekeepers would appreciated me parading around in my nightgown.”
He laughed, handing me my bag, “Go change. You know where the bathroom is.”
"You better get changed too, Mein Führer," I giggled. "We don’t need anyone other than me seeing you in your night clothes."
He laughed, pulling me into his embrace, “I guess you are correct, Fräulein Braun.”
"Aren’t I always?" I asked with a small smirk on my face.
"I’m going to while that smirk off of your face," he threatened, pulling me close.
"Because I’m afraid of you? You wouldn’t hurt a fly," I said, my challenge making his grip on my waist tighter.
"Do you want to bet?" He asked, giving me a playful grin.
"No," I said, pushing him away, "I need to change. I don’t have time for you either. I’m starving."
Adi drinking tea I’m pretty sure. All I know is that it’s not alcoholic. Good night, my loves!
Eva and her bae
Love is in the air
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