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Bren laughed. “No, it’s not. I think I kept telling myself that I couldn’t be in a relationship so much that I believed it. And no one has been worth trying with until you. God, I don’t want to mess this up, Honey. I know that I’m going to make mistakes, but I have to try. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t give this a chance.”

Her eyes were bright, and she was so earnest that it made my heart pound.

“I want to try with you too. I haven’t had the best record of relationships myself. We’ll just figure this out together, won’t we?”

She pulled me into her arms and inhaled as if she was smelling my hair. I did the same.

“I’m scared out of my mind, but I want this with you. I want you in my life, Honey Bea. Melliferal.”

That was all I wanted to hear.

I leaned back and smiled at her. “Same, babe.” An alarm went off on her phone, making us both jump.

“Oh, we’re opening. I completely lost track of time,” she said.

I had too. “I hope the table is set up right. I bet no one made the tea.” I looked over to find my family pretending that they hadn’t been watching the whole thing with me and Bren.

Ellie stood out front with a tray of cups of tea and a brilliant smile on her face.

“Everything looks fine to me,” Bren said.

“Huh. Look at that.”

Chapter Thirty

Bren

I gaveup trying not to pay attention to Honey. It was futile. When I wasn’t staring at her, I was thinking about her.

Thinking about last night.

I was still basking in the glow of my first orgasm and trying to figure out just how it had happened, but not coming up with any concrete answers. All I wanted to do was drag Honey home with me and get her naked so we could try again. And again.

I’d also promised to make her climax until she cried, and I was more than ready for that.

I officially had my first girlfriend and I was surprised when I looked down and found my feet touching the floor because my entire body felt like it was floating.

There was a warmth and a peace that I’d never experienced, and it wasn’t just her. It was…comfort. It was safety.

I’d trusted Honey and she’d cradled that trust in her hands and cherished it like a fragile gift.

This was all still new, but I did trust her completely. When was the last time I’d given anyone my trust? Hardly ever. And those who had come before her had mostly wrecked it. My parents, my old friends, one of my closest online friends.

Honey was different and I was different with her. I smiled more and laughed more and wasn’t constantly expecting doom and gloom around every corner.

There was color in my life now and Honey had helped bring it to me, both as herself and as Melliferal. We were still keeping up the chat and I got giddy every time I had a new message from her.

This was new and scary, but I was going to trust it. I was going to grab onto this feeling and this woman with both hands and not let go.

I wished today was Sunday so I could have Honey without the pressure of the marketplace the next day, but I’d have to wait. She was still coming over tonight anyway, but after dinner, since she wanted to eat with her family.

I understood that and respected it, but I also wanted to hoard all her extra time for myself. My priorities had changed so much in the past few days.

Throughout the day, she’d come over to check on me and even give me little kisses that tasted sweet and made my knees weak.

I’d never counted down the hours to the end of the day with more excitement before.

“Finally,” I said when the doors were closed, and the customers were gone and I got to put everything away for the night.

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