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As we arrive at Desmond’s house I smile, he had built this place in preparation of me, Carly had designed it.
It was a large bungalow with a large wrap around driveway, stopping right outside the front door. On the opposite side of the house was a huge clearing where training clearly took place.
I jump out not waiting for him to open the door, I was too excited to see inside. I go straight to the doors, opening them and walking straight inside.
The place opens up into a huge kitchen dining area, it also had a wood burning stove in the corner by the large floor to ceiling windows overlooking the stunning lake. A wrap around couch surrounded it so you could choose to either watch the gentle ripples of water move or watch the tv hung on the wall.
Behind the couch was a stunning dining table and a large kitchen with a huge island with a breakfast bar. Everything was dark wood, the floors, the worktops and the table all shared the same dark stained wood colour, the doors were a dark navy blue matching the tiles on the wall of the kitchen. The couch was grey, with throw pillows and blankets in the same navy blue with little hints of yellow and white throughout. The kitchen chairs were all cosy scoop chairs, they shared the same fabric as the large Cosy mat on the floor in front of the fire.
A hallway to the left lead down to the bedrooms, the doors on the right were offices, a bathroom, and a movie room.
I feel the vibration as the door closes, turning I smile at Desmond, his face was so bright and happy, his dark curly hair was a mess as usual, his muscles rippling under his shirt as he takes strides towards me. His legs long supporting his heavy ripped frame.
His bright golden eyes were full of love and excitement, wisdom and so much love for me. His smile lit up his face, making butterflies flutter in my stomach. He might be old but he looked no older than 23, frozen in time like the rest of my family, but the wisdom in his eyes made him feel older.
“I've been waiting a long time to see you make this place your own”
My stomach flips as I lift my hands to answer
“I've been waiting a long time to make this place my own. Now where is he?”
His face falls and he shakes his head, hope growls at me for even bringing him up.
“No, it’s your birthday, we are not talking about him today, tomorrow and maybe even the next day”
I roll my eyes at him, he was ridiculous
“Please, I need to meet him”
Gavin was Desmond’s best friend, after my aunt Penny retired as beta he took over and up until 18 years ago him and Desmond were more than just friends. Nobody but me, Desmond and gavin knows the truth and since Desmond met me as a baby he ended it but they are still friends and I know I need to let them be, even if it makes me slightly uncomfortable.
“He knows I’m yours heartly, he always has. He hasn’t even tried since I found you. He’s excited to meet you. Please can we wait and just spend this time together?”
He pleads with me, sighing I give in and nod, going to him as I lift my hands again
“Fine but can we start with a run, you can show me the property”
He chews his lip
“But how will we communicate?”
“We won’t need to, we just need to run? Please?”
He smirks nodding his head, he drops the bags and pulls the shirt of his body. I grin watching him, his muscles move as he pulls the shirt from his torso, he looked so f*****g hot.
Grabbing my dress I pull it off, not caring if he sees me. He freezes, his eyes goggle in his head as I throw the dress to the floor. I wasn’t one for underwear, I loved to shift whenever I wanted so It didn’t make sense for me to wear them, plus they were so uncomfortable, i smirk at him and his face.
He was still frozen to the spot, he wasn’t sure what to do, I could tell he was nervous, he didn’t want to scare me so I step forward grabbing his belt and I unbuckle it for him.
“Your so beautiful”
He whispers, I smile stepping up on my toes and I place a gentle kiss on his lips. His fear was potent as I linger there, waiting for him to take over.
My stomach rolls as the nerves kick in, waiting for him to kiss back felt like I was watching a kettle boil, every lingering millisecond scaring me.
It takes a second before he snaps, grabbing my waist he yanks me off the floor and he slams his lips against my own.
Suddenly it was me that was frozen on the spot, I hadn’t prepared for such a reaction but that didn’t mean I didn’t want it.
As the shock wears of my body immediately starts to react to the kiss, tingles start in my lips and spread across my face and down my spine, my heart suddenly started to race, his touch exciting every single part of my body
My lips bruise under the pressure as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his face tight against mine, as I open my mouth to kiss him back, I’m struck with the most mouthwatering vanilla flavour, only intensifying as our tongues meet in a slow sensual kiss.
My body reacting in all new ways, ways I never imagined. The tiny hairs on my body standing to attention as goosebumps spread across my skin, his touch was almost magnetic, our bodies moving and reacting together, a whole load of emotions and feelings hitting me one after the other as our first kiss turns from good to absolutely perfect.
His grip on my waist tightens as the world around me drops away, my heart races as we become one, our bodies connecting in the way we have been denying it all this time. Always afraid to go to far incase we couldn’t stop it and now suddenly we didn’t need to.
our kiss was intense, yet romantic. It was everything and more than what I expected. It was perfect.
We kiss until my lungs burn for oxygen, losing myself until I had no other choice but to pull away gasping. As we do I’m struck with the disbelief that this is now my life, I can kiss him like this as often as I like now.
His eyes were bright as he studies my face smiling at me
“I love you”
“I love you too”
I say out loud for a change, his face splits into a huge grin as he hears my voice. Hope grins with pride as I talk, she’s always so encouraging when I practice my words, she’s the only reason I have the confidence to actually talk.
“I love your voice”
He tells me, pecking my lips again.
“Shall we go run?”
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