Page 63 of Taking Control
Soft music plays in the background, setting the tone for what I can assume is going to be a romantic evening.
Cushions are placed to one side of the blanket, piled high so that they act as a back rest to lean against.
And then there is Cal, dressed in his stone-wash denim jeans and tight white tank-top. No socks, no shoes, his feet bare and his hair slightly damp, which I presume is from him taking a shower not so long ago.
He looks divine.
The room looks beautiful.
And then there’s me, the broken mess who is slowly putting herself back together with the help of a man who loves me for me. Cal doesn’t want to change me, he doesn’t want to control me, he just wants to be with me.
My best friend.
My heart.
And a man that has always been the love of my life.
Tears spring to my eyes from his gesture.
No one has ever done anything like this for me before. No one has ever made me feel like I am the centre of their world without them expecting something in return.
“Cal,” I whisper as my hand covers my mouth and I grit my teeth to stop myself from crying.
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” he says, a little downcast that I walked in before he was ready.
“It is a surprise… A truly beautiful one,” I tell him as he walks towards me before taking me in his arms and placing a delicious kiss on my lips.
“Hey, you,” he says as he pulls back and gives me his heart-stopping smile.
I’m pretty sure my panties are already wet with need for this man. I have to fight the urge to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.
“Hi,” I say, feeling a little shy all of a sudden.
“How was your day?” he asks.
I think back to my therapy session, and to how I went to Michael’s apartment.
I think about how I feel a little bit freer than before.
I think about how facing a part of my past has made me feel stronger, and like I can battle the demons that try to plague me.
I don’t need to live with the demons.
I shouldn’t allow my past to dictate my future.
And I’m slowly starting to believe that I am worthy.
Worthy of love and worthy of life.
I look deep into Cal’s eyes and for the first time since I left Michael, I see that this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
With Cal.
My soulmate.
“It was good,” I say before I reach up and touch my lips to his. He groans, and I move my hands to the back of his head, needing him closer, wanting to erase any space between us. Cal’s hands wrap around me, and I jump up, linking my legs around his waist. He carries me over to the blanket, managing to take us both to the floor, lying me beneath him. I open my legs and he settles between my thighs.
Nothing has ever felt so good.
