his front, and his hand positioned over my pussy, fingering my clit relentlessly.
“Oh God, Nathan, please.”
“I’ve got you,” he says, sinking his teeth into my shoulder just as I explode. It literally feels like an explosion, like he’s blown me apart into tiny pieces and only a miracle can put me back together again. Mind blowing are the words that comes to mind. He lets me collapse back down onto my arms, my head buried in the sheets, as he finds his own release.
He flops next to me onto the mattress, panting almost as hard as I am.
“Did I hurt you?”
I lift my head up off the mattress just barely and look at him. “No, but I can’t move.”
He laughs, rolling onto his back and taking me with him until I’m resting mostly on top of him.
“I’m pretty sure it was worth it, babe.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“You tired now?”
“Exhausted.”
“Sleep then. You should rest so I can tire you out again in the morning.”
“Mmkay,” I mumble incoherently, my eyes fluttering as I struggle to keep them open. I fall asleep surrounded by Nathan—my body against his, my head on his chest, his hands rubbing my back—all the while thinking that this is as close to perfection as I’ve ever been.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“What are you doing?” Nathan’s face has a dumbfounded look that I choose to ignore.
“I’m separating the clothes.” He stares at the mounds of clothes looking just as confused as he did moments ago. After taking it in, he looks up at me, opens his mouth to speak, but says nothing. His gaze falls back to the clothes and he shakes his head then looks up at me again.
“Explain that.”
“Shirts with shirts, pants with pants, undergarments over there,” I say pointing to the small pile on the floor.
“You’ve really never done laundry before, have you?”
“I told you that, but you didn’t believe me.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” He’s fighting back a smile, I can tell. “You’re supposed to separate by color not type.”
“So pink with pink, blue with blue?” I ask, biting back a smile.
“No. Dark colors go together, light colors together, whites are separate.”
“Why?”
“So that you don’t ruin them. Here,” he says, pulling my clothes apart and putting them in different piles. “Why do you have a washer and dryer if you don’t wash your own clothes?”
“I have a cleaning person who comes once a week. She does it for me, but she’s on vacation. Now, enough with the judgmental attitude, okay?” I cross my arms over my chest giving him my defensive stance.
This gets me a glare. “I’m not judging you. It was a simple question.” I glare right back at him, and only when I’m satisfied with his answer do I relax my stance.
“All right, well, it’s real simple. Once you have them all separated like this, you put your first pile in the washing machine.”
He points, indicating that I should load the washer. I grab the first pile of clothes and toss them in the machine.
“Good, now your detergent goes in this little slot right here, usually a capful will do.”
I measure out a capful and pour it in then look up at him for further instruction.
“Set this dial to normal wash, warm water, and hit start.” Again, I do what I’m told and smile up at him when the machine starts to fill up with water.
“That wasn’t so hard.”
“Nope, not hard at all,” he says pulling me into a hug and touching his lips to my forehead. “Good job, baby.”
This is very much what the last few months have been like with Nathan, moments of normal—so normal that some people might consider them tedious or boring, but to me—well, to me, they’re everything that I’ve always craved. Sure, my dad gave me the best he could, he did the absolute best that he could, but I spent a lot of those years with him dealing with feelings of abandonment and insecurity. I wasn’t necessarily open to all the wonderful things he had to offer in the beginning, and I often wish I could have a do-over. Regardless of the struggle, we got past it, and now have a great relationship. Granted, much of it revolves around lies, but that’s pretty much the norm in my life.
With Nathan, I finally feel ready to allow him into my life, and even though I still can’t tell him the full story about my work, I can share other aspects of my life with him. Soon that will be all there is to