Page 67 of Tiers of Joy

I open the door and smile.

“Hey.” I breathe.

“Wow Esme, you’ve managed to make casual hot.” He states.

His eyes sweep my body.

“So come on then, tell me, where are you taking me?” I ask.

“That’s a surprise. Come on.” He says and takes my hand.

“Oh shoot, hang on. My shoelace is undone.” I reach down and tie it.

“She’s going to kill me.” He groans.

“Huh?” I ask as I stand.

“Esme, your ass in them jeans. Seriously fucking stunning.” He states, biting his bottom lip.

“Thanks I guess.” I blush.

He takes me to his truck and drives out of town and up the hillside to a forest.

He pulls up and I’m not going to lie, I’m crapping myself a little.

“Come on.” He holds the door open for me.

“What about bears?” I ask.

“Don’t worry. You’re safe with me, I promise.” He winks and holds my hand.

He leads us through the trees and down a bit to a clearing. I lose count of the amount of times I nearly fall on my arse.

The view from the clearing is unbelievable.

“Wow.” I breathe.

“Come on, I made us dinner.” He says pulling me towards a tent.

When he gets there he unzips it and just inside is a small picnic table with a food cooler.

“Wow, this is some date.” I smile.

He points for me to sit as he opens the cooler and places down a bottle of wine and foil wrapped sandwiches.

He sits and points outside.

“Watch the sun go down, it’s amazing. The stars you’ll see will blow your mind.” He smiles as he bites into his sandwich. I watch the sun set slowly. It is so beautiful up here.

We chat and laugh. Tanner flirts a lot and it’s nice. Being paid compliments all the time is refreshing and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t working.

He pulls out a blanket, lays it on the floor, and lights some candles around us. He grabs a thicker blanket and wraps us up in it, with me in between his legs, my back to his chest. He wraps his arms around me. He slowly circles his thumb against my stomach. I take in a shuddery breath.

He starts placing soft gentle kisses along my neck. Without thinking I tilt my neck back. His hands move up and cup my breasts. I moan.

“Esme, I want you. Right here under the stars.” He whispers in my ear.

I refuse to let myself think or worry. I just want to feel. I’m fed up of everything. Right now I’m letting myself be in the moment.

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