·Buy my own place and decorate!
· Eat cake in bed
· Get over my fear of clowns
· Learn something new
· Attend a cookery class
· Safari
· Tell Morgana no!!
Last week, Nate taught me how to make the basic shape of the box and every day since, we’ve spent an hour working on the finer details. I now know how to plane wood to make it smoother, and yesterday he had me practising curving the edges.
I’ve loved every minute of it, not only because I get to spend time with him but also because it’s giving me purpose at a time when my life feels so purposeless. It doesn’t help that seeing him in the workshop, his top off and his body on display, gets me all hot and bothered.
On our third day in there, I may have stripped down naked while his back was turned and bent over a solid wood table he’d finished that morning. It was cold, but the smooth wood brushed softly against my body as I flattened my top half across it. I still remember the look on Nate’s face when he turned around, his eyes widened as he took in the scene in front of him.
I spread my legs apart as far as I could and wiggled my bare arse from side to side. He dropped whatever was in his hand and strode over to me, dropping to his knees while worshipping me with his mouth. When I asked him to fuck me, hard, he didn’t disappoint. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard before.
I was almost sad when the client came to pick up the table a few hours later, because I wanted to keep it as a memento, but Nate told me I had to wait inside. I couldn’t stop laughing when they turned up, gushing about how smooth and pretty it was.
The thing that amazed me the most? Was the fact that I didn’t bat an eyelid at the vulnerability that comes with getting naked. Before, I was always critiqued, as if I were on show somehow. What I ate, what I drank and what I wore were all controlled to some degree. It had gotten to the point where I dreaded getting undressed and being intimate. It all felt robotic and unfeeling.
Until Nate.
Somehow, he makes me feeleverything.
I check my watch, it’s almost time to meet Emmy, we’re doing a bit of retail therapy and lunch in town. I’ve missed my best friend so much, and that’s on me, because I couldn’t get past the fact that I believed I was responsible for her pain.
So I grab my things and fire off a quick text to let her know that I’m on my way. It doesn’t take long before I’m pulling up outside of their home, where she’s already waiting in her garden, waving like crazy.
As soon as I park up, I jump out. “Come here, I need a hug.” I sing a song as I walk over to her, throwing my arms around her.
She squeezes me back. “Are you okay?”
When I pull back and look at her, I nod. “I think I am, you know.”
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Our feet ache from shopping, and my arms hurt from carrying all the bags, but there is no way I am letting Emmy carry anything in her condition. Despite how much she tells me she’s pregnant, not made of glass. Still, I’d rather not.
I roll my eyes as she attempts to steal one of the bags back. “You’re carrying precious cargo there, Missy. Do you honestly think I’m going to let you carry these heavy bags?”
Emmy snorts. “They’re literally clothes, as light as anything.”
“Pfft, light as anything. Come on, I’m starved, let's go to CoCo’s for food.”
Distraction techniques work a charm as Emmy’s face lights up. “Ooh, that’s a good idea.”
We walk in and take our seats in the corner booth. I shove all our bags to one side while Emmy’s already grabbing for the menu. I laugh as her eyes scan the options for what she wants.
We each decide to order steak slices, onions, and cheese on a baguette, with salad and fries. The server brings our drinks, and we both opt for mocktails. It feels a little awkward betweenus, but then I know it’s in my head, and I need to get better at communicating.
“Emmy.” I wring my hands in front of me on the table.
Emmy covers my hands with her own. “Take your time. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
