Page 100 of Inside Silence
The muted light, the mellow vibe, no distractions or responsibilities killing the mood. Bodies still warm and lazy from sleep.
It’s delicious. Best way to start the day.
“Mmm,” he hums against my soft flesh, and I can feel the vibrations disperse through my body.
Unable to resist, I lower one hand to Nate’s head, holding him in place as his lips and tongue play my body with great skill and knowledge. Time doesn’t exist, just an endless wave of sensation, building and building until one final nudge has it crashing onto shore.
I blink my eyes a few moments later, when he effortlessly slides inside me, his body suspended over mine.
“Morning.”
He smiles, softly brushing my lips with his and I catch a hint of myself on him.
I lift a hand to his face as he starts moving inside me.
“Hey.”
We fit so well. Not only are our bodies in sync, but our minds are as well.
Now that all the barriers have come down, and every misconception and deception are exposed, there is nothing left but raw, and sometimes brutal, honesty.
Looking up in his eyes, I see the truth of us reflected back at me. The years we were apart have become insignificant against the backdrop of our shared history. Only the means to an end in bringing us right here, in this moment.
“Yesss,” I hiss against the skin of his neck, as his strokes become more forceful—demanding.
I brace myself against the headboard with one hand over my head, providing leverage so I can receive each thrust for optimal impact. My eyes roll back in my head as my body flies apart.
“Fuck, baby. Every fucking time,” he grunts in my hair as his body goes rigid against mine and bucks through his release.
Then he lifts his head and smiles. “Perfection.”
“Do you have time to pick the tile?”
I’m just shrugging into my coat when Nate walks up with a couple of boards with the different tile samples glued to the backing.
“Isn’t it a little early to start picking finishes?” I observe.
“Ah, yes, however, the building supply and home center has an end of the line sale going on. I was heading into Spokane today anyway to pick up a new battery charger for my tools, and thought I could put in an order for that flooring you like and tile for the bathrooms and the kitchen backsplash. Some of these are half price, which is gonna make a huge difference to the budget.”
We hemmed and hawed a bit over whether to do the work in smaller sections, but after crunching some numbers, we came to the conclusion it would ultimately be cheaper doing it all at once. It would definitely be less disruptive.
Nate started work on my place a week and a half ago, tearing out the kitchen, bathrooms, all flooring, and knocking down a few walls. Dad’s even dropped by to lend Nate a hand from time to time. I’d love to be a fly on the wall at some point to see what those two are talking about, but I’m just happy they seem to be getting along.
“Can’t you pick?” I suggest, checking my watch since I’m already running a little late on my day.
“It’s your house,” Nate returns, holding up the sample boards.
“It may not always be,” I point out.
When he started the work, we briefly talked about what the future might look like, and he mentioned he liked my neighborhood better. I think when he bought his house in the same neighborhood he grew up in, it was a bit of a middle finger to the past, but he seems ready to leave that behind.
“Fine, I’ll tell you which ones I think will look good, and you make the final decision,” he offers.
It ends up only taking two minutes to make selections we’re both happy with. I quickly kiss him, yell a goodbye to Tate—who is probably still trying to drag her butt out of bed—and dart out the door, shivering when the cold air hits me.
At Nate’s invitation, I ended up packing a few bags and temporarily moved in with him and Tatum, who didn’t seem to mind at all when asked her opinion.
It’s been pretty good, and everyone seems to get along. I sure am eating a lot healthier. I never spent a lot of time cooking for myself, but I’ve started enjoying tackling dinner together when we get home. It’s far more fun that way, and even Tate has started chipping in.
