Page 77 of My Turn Petal
You don’t need to be the smartest or the most perceptive person on the planet to see that it affects my mood every day. It shifts. At times I wake up like nothing ever happened, and other times I’m sad and silent.
He simply accepts that.
He’s not trying to fix me.
He coexists with it being a part of me, a part we’re healing together.
I spent my entire life running away from people. I don’t want to run from him. I want to run toward him. Except when we play. I will run from him just to be caught by him.
“You’re such a good girl, accepting what I give you.”
Leaning my head on his chest, I can sense the content in his tone.
Mercilessly, he presses my clit until I scream and on the cusp of climaxing, he withdraws.
A few birds fly away and startle me a bit.
Kissing my cheek, he rotates my head to him and those eyes project the love he keeps for me. I know how he feels about me. It’s evident in every little thing he does.
I may be a ball of anxiety at times, and it may be the reason why he thinks it could interrupt my progress.
When Theo came to my shop and offered his help, I didn’t think that our arrangement would turn into a relationship.
It did.
And I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in a relationship but I still can’t have penetrative sex with him and that’s daunting.
The progress with my condition is slow but steady. I panic less and I’m able to open up for longer periods.
Maybe he is right. I want this. I’m afraid of this. Or I think about it too much instead of accepting it like it is.
He intertwines our hands and plants a long kiss on my lips. Finishing his gesture of fondness, he drags his tongue along my cheek, pressing the side of his face to mine, “We had our moment, let the fun begin.” Kissing my forehead, he sends me on my way, “Run.”
My boots lead me on the opposite trail of the outgrown sprouts along the following stream. I take big steps on the dirt, counting the canopy trees crossing me by as I get closer to a private area that seems no one hikes today except the birds.
Collecting a rock from the ground, I aim it at a far tree and throw it as hard as I can in order to divert his attention and distract him for a minute.
The sun breaks through the cracks of the tree branches, casting some warm tint inside this beautiful place.
My pulse ticks higher as the minutes tick by.
The damp soil sticks to my boots as I halt, the old fallen leaves decorating the ground crunch under his boots meters away from me.
I jump over a small log while I pivot my head behind me to check for any sign of Theo.
All I see is an empty trail.
I sprint faster, collecting chunks of dirt on the soles of my boots until I stumble on something that is sending me flying forward.
Planted on the ground, I spit some dirt.
Shit, did I miss a tree trunk?
He fists my hair in his hand, yanking my head backward. “I need to scold you on how to keep yourself safe.” Crouching next to me, a serious expression transforms into a playful curve at the corner of his mouth as he places a pile of sticks at our side.
Climbing on my behind, his body feathers my skin without putting his weight on top of me. He removes the edge of my skirt above my back, exposing my bare ass to him. “Look at that sexy ass begging to be swatted into the dirt.”
The grin paints my face.
