When he approached, he saw Aileen standing in the water up to her thighs, her long red hair dropping at the ends as she tried to wet it, singing softly in Gaelic.
He made a noise and his breath hitched. "M..Mein.. gott.." he said as he finally snapped. He didn't care anymore. This spot was perfect. He began undressing as soon as he was close enough, before he waded in to the warm water.
"From the first night...?" She asked. She remembered how terrified of him she was, how he didn't much speak to her but did keep her close during their wedding party. How different he seemed now.