As we catch our breath, Timmy kisses my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "I can't wait to see what other boundaries we can push together."
I turn my head to look at him, a sultry smile playing on my lips, "Trust me, Timmy, this is only the beginning..."
And as our gazes interlock, I know we’re both thinking the same thing: this is just the start of something intense, passionate, and utterly consuming.
The rest of the day is really chill and fun. We spend most of it naked, cuddling each other.
At one point, we put clothing on and walk down to the boardwalk and check out some surf shops. I laugh as Timmy picks up an ornamental conch shell in one of the stores, and blows it. People gasp and look over in delight. Just another quirky thing that Timmy knows how to do.
Later, we return to my apartment, and I drift off to sleep, safe and content in Timmy’s strong arms, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one.
I’m glad I just shut up about the frying pan and let the rest of the day move along happily. Still, I really don’t like that he took it.
But for now, I’ll enjoy the sensations of my body and the memories we made, and I’ll worry about the rest another day.
31
KIND OR CALCULATED
The next day, Timmy has more fun plans for us.
I can’t believe this is only day four or five of my time in Sunset Cay. We’ve already done so much together. What a whirlwind start to my time here!
He has a few work errands to do, so we stop by the hardware store and I pick up some things for my apartment.
He takes me to a couple of tourist destinations and we walk around a big clock tower and look at a pirate ship from a distance. I snap photos as we chat and laugh, and his company is a pleasant distraction from a couple of work emails that threaten to ruin my day. I still can’t believe I’m not going to be working for anyone else in just a few days. Technically, I’m on the clock now, but they don’t expect me to do more than check a few emails here and there.
“They were lucky to have you, and the people who made that decision sound stupid.” Timmy smiles at me, tenderly stroking the hair from in front of my face. “They’re going to feel it when you’re gone, for sure. But that’s okay, because now you’ll have a ton more time to spend with me!”
“I will be writing, though,” I frown. “Like, it has to be something I treat as a real, full-time job.”
“And I’ll support you every step of the way,” he smiles, placing his hand on my lower back. He makes me feel safe and secure, reassured, with even the most simple of gestures. How lucky I am to have met this incredible human.
Later in the day, he has a few hours of work to do. So while he tends to a condo renovation, I go to one of my favorite local bars for a martini while I get some writing done.
The bartender makes me the wrong one, thinking I want some sickly sweet concoction instead of their signature olive brine-infused dry option, and I end up with two martinis. I decide to take one for the team and enjoy them both.
The setting is inspiring, a cute little bar tucked inside a trendy hotel with a pool right in the middle of their lobby. It’s art deco and vibey, and sitting there people-watching inspires me through a few chapters.
I feel warm and fuzzy by the end of the second martini, and as I take my last sip, Timmy texts me to let me know he’s done with work. I settle my check and wander back to my apartment, feeling light and free and like everything is exactly how it’s meant to be.
Later that evening
“Don’t look!” he says. “Just keep watching the show!”
“Okay,” I grin. I’m tempted to sneak a peek as I hear him rustling around behind me, but I resist the urge and keep my gaze on the screen.
“Surprise!” he says, grinning from ear to ear as he stands in front of me, his hands spread wide like he’s just unveiled a masterpiece. “I know moving and getting things set up can be stressful, so I wanted to make this feel even more like home for you!” His tone is warm and gentle. I blink, taking it all in.
Everything is perfectly arranged—while the apartment isn’t exactly inspiring based on its layout—a narrow rectangle—he’s managed to make it look like something out of a design magazine.
I thought the initial setup he'd done had been pretty amazing, but there were still a lot of items to find homes for, and he's done it so I don't need to worry.
The bed is still positioned just right to catch the soft light of sunrise through the window, now with a cozy throw draped elegantly over the end. The pillows are positioned to create a fluffy backrest so that the bed can serve as a couch, and the stuffed animals have been positioned across them thoughtfully, as if they’re acting out a scene. Even my books have been meticulously organized on a side table, almost like an artful display of who I am.
“Oh wow, this is amazing!” I say, my heart swelling with gratitude. I can’t believe how thoughtful he’s been. Every detail, from the throw pillows to the neatly organized kitchen counters and drawers, seems to have been planned with me in mind. It feels like he’s gone out of his way to make the space perfect. “I don’t even know what to say… thank you!” I turn to him, beaming, and he leans down for a kiss.
“You can show me,” he growls, grinning, and my pussy clenches.