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“I’ll take your silence as a yes,” the bastard was laughing at my expense.
“But Nicholas…”
“You obviously don’t have an issue with nudity, Scottie, since you were searching for a model, to pose nude. So I don’t understand the hesitation.”
“It’s just that-that, I don’t want you to offer this because you feel sorry for me or think that you’re getting me out of a pickle. It’s really not that serious. I have other ways of making it work. It’s seriously not that big of a deal.”
“I don’t feel sorry for you. You need a model, and I’ve done some modeling before,” he stated simply as if he were telling someone what time it was.
“You, you’ve donesomemodeling?”
I imagined him shrugging when he said, “Yeah, no big deal.”
“But-but, Nicholas, this is quite literally figure drawing where you’re in nothing but your birthday suit.”
“Scottie, listen, unless you’ve got an issue with seeing me naked, I’m your man. Period.”
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Iwas done with this nonsense. She wasn’t going to have some rando be naked in the same room with her. “Scottie, listen, unless you’ve got an issue with seeing me naked, I’m your man. Period.”
And that should be the end of that.
I was tired of this shit.
Even though I’d removed all her requests and posts that I could looking for a model, I wasn’t sure if I’d missed any. And it had been bothering me since the day she set out on her quest, because I wasn’t sure how I’d create a scenario where I could volunteer and convince her that I was her man.
As I had been leaving The Rage locker room and checked the cameras in her apartment, I saw that she looked like she was struggling with something. She’d looked sad.
I hated that.
I’d immediately texted her, even though I was about to get in my car. I had sat in my car and watched her fumble with how to answer my last text message to her, so I just called her up. It also worked out since I was about to get on the road and make the trek home.
After some chit-chatting, I was able to get her to admit what was troubling her. And the opportunity that I had been waiting for presented itself. But she kept hesitating and coming up with excuses.
To me, this was as simple as simple could be: there was no fucking way anyone but me was going to get naked with her.
Period.
So I kept pushing it, pushing her to answer what the issue was. Because there was no issue.
Then I let my pet name for her slip.
God it felt so fucking good to call her that after so many years of only saying it in my head. Because she was my honey.
She was sweet and beautiful and our love would never spoil, just like honey.
I heard her sharp intake of breath when I called herhoney. But it was irrelevant, because she needed to get used to it. I was desperate to expedite our timeline, firstly because I was really impatient. I wanted her inourhouse, inourbed, and for us to spend every waking minute together that we could when we weren’t at work. Having spent the weekend with her only solidified everything I’d been feeling for the past seven-plus years.
Second was the issue that I was up against the clock to make it happen because my season was about to start. If we weren’t officially together with her living with me by the time my season started, I’d not only see her much less, but it’d be harder for me to keep tabs on her.
I couldn’t have that.
I’d waited so long,wehad waited so long.
We needed to be together.
