Page 126 of The Matchmaker's Choice: A Lesbian Romance

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to do it. She loves the mineral pool. She loves getting her nails

done. She really enjoys getting a massage. She’s brought me

here with her for years. We only go once every three months

or so. It’s a nice girl’s trip away for just the two of us and it’s

something I look forward to. This isn’t really my secret special

place, but it does make me excited to come.

With Adley. To let her experience it and enjoy it. I love

watching her. I love being with her. I couldn’t wait for Friday.

I’m not acting like me. I don’t get excited for dates. I don’t

count down hours. Minutes. Seconds. I don’t actually go

shopping and try and choose clothes that I think my date

would like to see me wear. Pick out a special perfume. I never

do any of that.

But I did all of it this week. For Adley.

I get our room keys and then, as soon as we’ve opened

it up and Adley’s exclaimed over the luxurious suite I booked

us, complete with a king sized bed, chandelier, Jacuzzi, and a

bathroom large enough to park a bus in with a claw foot tub

and a huge glass shower, I let her in on part of the surprise.

“I booked us a couples massage in half an hour. Then

we have dinner reservations. Is that alright?”

“Alright?” she exclaims. “Yes! Oh my god, this place

is so nice! I’m almost scared to touch anything. I think the

sheets might be silk.” She’s peeled back the heavy red-gold

and red coverlet and she’s running her hand over them.

I can’t wait to get between them with her. The room is

big enough that I can’t wait for a lot of things. I swallow hard

and rub my damp palms on my jeans. I’m almost scared to go

for a massage. My hard as a rock nipples will probably cut

through the padded table.

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