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“Or,” he let it hang before continuing, “you knock it all down with a bomb hurled right at the heart of that stack… And I’m thinking… I’m thinking that you might be our bomb. I got yourback, Diva. Now, chillax, we’re about to land and you’ll be home to the missus soon.”
I watched as he walked away. Did I just make a believer out of him? I fucking hoped so!
When I returned my attention to the phone in my hand, I lit up the screen and there was a message from Scottie.Thank fucking God for that!
Scottie:
Yes.
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SCOTTIE ANDERSON
Idon’t know what overtook me when I told Nicholas yes via text last night. Maybe it was my gut literally hurling butterflies, woodpeckers, or even the kitchen sink at the sides of my stomach. It felt like some higher power was pushing me to accept.
To live.
To feel free.
To feel happy again.
Sure, this had the potential to fail so epically written all over it, and that was frightening as all hell. But the other side of that coin was something so exciting and amazing. So how could I but not take the chance? It was kind of a 50/50 thing… odds seemed good?
Or were they bad?
In either case, I had said yes. That made me invested. That made me willing to risk… something. What thatsomethingwas, I’d find out.
In the meantime, I was going to see Nicholas tomorrow morning - at his house. And he was going to be naked. Entirely.
This all felt so intimate that it was kind of freaking me the hell out.
It wasn’t like I was worried about my virginal eyes, because - newsflash - they weren’t. I’d also seen plenty of naked bodies in my lifetime, many of which I’d studied and then drawn and or painted. It wasn’t a big deal.
We all had one - a body that was.
Some of us had better bodies than others. But each was a work of art in its own right.
And Nicholas’... well, his was a special kind of beautiful sin. I was actually quite excited to draw and then paint him. Every square muscled inch of him.
I’d grown quiteinspiredby his physique since I’d met him if I was being completely honest.
I’d even taken some of that inspiration into consideration on some late and horny nights where I was alone in my bed with nothing but my hand or my Clio that never did the job quite well enough. In all fairness though, the toy did a better job than Earl had ever done. So in that respect, I’d upgraded.
What I’d been fantasizing about was just that though, a fantasy. And even though Nicholas had given me certain signs and had now invited me away for a weekend, it all felt somewhat premature to be jumping to conclusions about his interest, and jumping into some hot-and-dirty sex with him, in my head that was.
I bet the sex would bephenomenalthough. Probably every level of toe-curling. And he most likely had the stamina to keep up with me.
Imagine that!
Someone who could keep pace with me.
But again, I was getting so far ahead of myself in my very own fantasy world. I’d decided that aside from my world that was filled with nothing but daydreams and fantasies, when I was with Nicholas in the actual real world that I was going to work on my chill. I needed to calm down.
I needed to benatural.
Whatever the fuck that meant.
I’d grown to be wound so tight in the last two years, and I was overthinking absolutely everything. I wasn’t able to live in thenowand enjoy the little things, because my mind was too preoccupied thinking about all the other things that somehow - in the grand scheme of things - weren’t that relevant. And it was with that thought that I had decided that I needed to chill the fuck out this weekend with him.
