“Yeah, usually for a month either side. Sometimes longer.”
“Pick one closer to Christmas, and I’ll book us tickets.”
Christmas is six months away. My heart flutters. I adore that he’s imagining a future with me.
On Thursday, we walk through the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens, ensuring we’re there in time for the sunset. We find a vantage point and watch the way the sunset stains the green house in hues of yellow, orange, pink, and purple.
“It’s so beautiful,” I whisper.
“So are you.” Emmet plays with my hair. “The sunset is bringing out the colors in your hair.”
We miss the end of the sunset, because we’re too busy making out.
No matter what we do, we always end up at his place, where we make love and he makes me his all over again. Every moment I spend with him, and every moment apart from him, deepens my feelings for him. The thought of going home fills me with dread, but I have to. Which is why we don’t go out on Friday.
Instead, we spend the evening at his place. He pampers me from start to finish, starting with a relaxing bath together. He keeps topping the water up until we’ve turned into prunes. Then he leads me to the bedroom and gives me the best sensual massage I’ve ever experienced. Okay, so it was the only sensual massage I’ve ever had, but I bet no one could do better. Is thereany end to my Daddy’s talents? I hope not. We make love slowly, and then, after cuddling late into the evening, we cook together.
“I’m going to miss you, Daddy,” I tell him, once we’re snuggled up in bed together after making love a second time.
“I’m going to miss you too, baby. But we won’t be apart for long.”
He holds me until I fall asleep and, when I wake, I’m still in his arms.
After a lazy morning together, he takes me to the airport and stays with me until I have to go through security.
“I don’t want to go, Daddy.”
He rubs my shoulders. “You’re shaking.”
“That will be the terror that’s setting in. I can’t get on board. I can’t.”
He holds me at arm’s length and stares into my eyes. “Yes, you can, baby. You’ll be fine.”
I shake my head, tears stinging my eyes. “I’m scared, Daddy.” And, to compound that, I don’t want to leave him.
“You’ll be fine,” he says in a kind, but firm tone. “Do you know why?”
I shake my head.
“Because I’ll be with you all the way.”
I frown. “How?”
He pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Text me as soon as you’re through security. I’ll call you and talk to you until you board.”
“Thank you.”
“And then we can talk online.”
“The onboard internet package costs a fortune.”
“I’ll pay.”
“Daddy—”
He kisses me. “I’ll pay.”
I nod, accepting his offer.
