Page 48 of My Turn Petal
Our laughter erupts in unison.
“You nugget.” He runs his finger along my spine, sending more shivers all over my body, “That will cost you.”
“Is that a treat?” I lift my brow, “I mean… a threat.”
His lips touch mine as he goes to speak, “Petal, I swear to god, if you keep your mouth running, I’ll run after you anywhere. Even at night I’ll come and surprise your witty ass.”
“Promise?” I taunt, yet I mean it. He can do everything he says to me because I want him to.
He puts his hand between us as he answers in a soft tone. “Scout’s honor.”
After he washes me, he puts me to sleep, and this feeling inside me is priceless. I feel like a princess and it makes my toes tingle.
I think I need to give my cousin a call, it’s time to tell her a crazy story like she once told me, not long ago.
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Outsideofmyapartmentwhen we accidentally cross each other in the hallway, so are all the images of what we did move in a sequence in front of us.
We decided to give each other the day off, it was mainly Frankie’s idea, but I agreed with her. She needs to rest, especially when she has a big tattoo to ink today, she’ll probably return to her apartment exhausted.
As much as I want to taste her every day, it’s also unrealistic, and as her partner in this arrangement, I have a responsibility to know when she needs some time off.
That is why our so-called sessions, more like dates if I’m being honest—at least they feel like ones—are crucial. We need to continue this cycle of intimacy in every way possible to keep us both in this mindset.
As long as she continues to give in to me and trust me, she won’t feel the need to take a step back, hide, and stop exploring all the things she can experience with a man. All the pleasure her body can take and give even with her limitations.
She’s still perfect. She’s still capable. And she just needs to realize how fucking beautiful, vibrant, badass, sassy, funny, and strong she is. Every day. In every situation.
Her ability to gear up and carry on like she didn’t panic a few days ago and like she doesn’t suffer inside is her strength. In her weakness, she is ten times stronger than anyone I know because she doesn’t give up.
She embraces her failure and she continues to try.
And she deserves to have someone on her side who will understand that she deserves to heal.
I want her to enjoy herself and not beat herself up for a moment of weakness.
She had fun up until that point and she had fun after it and that’s what she needs to remember.
It doesn’t change anything.
Sex comes in so many forms and shapes and colors and sizes, just because she’s unable to do certain activities doesn’t mean she can’t deliver others and be pleasured as well. But the most important thing is thatit is enough.
As I cross the door and enter the gym my phone rings and Jude’s number crosses the screen.
I slide and accept the call. “Hey Jude, how are you?”
“Hey man, I’m great, you?”
“Same.”
“Look I’ll make it short,” he pauses for a second which makes me think, why the hell Frankie’s best friend is calling me?
We’ve hung out a bunch of times but it was always with Frankie.
Oh shit, wait.
It’s about Frankie and what happened. He will lecture me to be more responsible with her. I accept nothing less. They know everything about each other and Frankie must have told him.
