Chapter six Tuesday:22stoctober2013, lunchtime
Daniel appears at my door and slides it open, he must have made the call on his way up the stairs. He has to tame his quaffed hair from running up the stairs, looks incredible, I have never seen such a beautiful man in my life, how am I going to get anything done with him about? I put my new phone alongside my own one in my parka and join him at the door.
"You look like you could use a meal Tharie, let’s go." I wonder what he means by that? What is it with people and my appearance? Has he been speaking to my Mum too? Bloody hell, hope not.
Note to self, working with a hangover, it's not clever.
He winks at me and swiftly heads off down the stairs. Steffi watches us leave, not all things end neatly. I wonder what trail of devastation this man has left in his wake. We walk out into the crisp cold sunny day, head off around the corner, I judge to be near the site of the earlier fracas with the doves. There are more people about today, there's a street market nearby and the locals are out buying their veg and counterfeit DVD’s.
Everywhere I look, people are watching him, staring, then they look at me, wondering what this ordinary girl is doing walking with this extraordinary man. Wearing a WW2 vintage parka. Or am I making it up? My head, I wish I could stop it rattling by all by itself.
HXF extended trot.
Thinking too much about unimportant things, dwelling, leaving some important things left unthought about, I snap the band around my wrist, silence, lovely.
FAK collected trot.
"It's just round here." We walk through the market and out the other side, we head into a Victorian house, a most unlikely place for a restaurant, and sure enough it's decorated like a drawing room including an authentic aspidistra on a tall hall stand, I wonder where they got that from?
See? Its things like that, who knows how rare aspidistras are? I'm sad aren't I? Reader, don't answer that.
The wallpaper is William Morris, real, and the floor has the original chequer board black and white mosaic tile. The most amazing smell is emanating from within and we follow the aroma, down a step into what would have been the living room in the original layout. High ceilings with moulded fancy architrave, seven or eight tables all full with creative types I guess from their dress and noise level. We reach the large bay window at the front and a table. Clearly the best table for two, with a reserved note on it, my heels are clacking loudly on the tile, the tone is correct, original Victorian.
"Here we are." He says taking my parka from my shoulders, he slides it slowly off grazing his hot, gentle lips on my neck. Bloody hell. Hanging it over the authentic Victorian hat rack just inside the door we had come through. I get a whiff of Daniel as the air is disturbed by my coat removal, sending his scent my way.
Thank goodness I can sit now. Sitting down, the table is tiny, and our knees are touching, he doesn’t attempt to move away and neither do I, my eyes wander around this magnificent room. Who'd have thought this was here I almost said out loud.
A little cut glass vase sits centrally on the round table that must be a bugger to dust I think, and our cutlery is mismatched, beautifully worked caste handles all different, and silver plated. The menu comes and it's handwritten in a flowery scripty hand, a woman’s handwriting I’d guess. Cotes Du Rhone '85, butternut squash and coconut soup with doorstep crusty homemade bread and fat hand cut chips.
No choice.
"They do a different meal every day, all hand cooked, fresh food, there's no choice, but strangely when I come here it's always the very thing I’d been fancying all day. Even though I might not always realise it." He looks at me for a comment, brows lifted. Is he talking about the food?
A humming I can't ignore disturbs me,
PF: “Don't forget to eat” bless.
TC: “At lunch now.” see?
PF: “Good, you'll need your strength” here we go.
TC: “I’m giving you the finger” true story.
I make yummy noises putting my phone away, "it smells wonderful Daniel, I’m certain it'll taste great too." Soup, perfect I thought, I’m not that hungry. Daniel pours us both a glass of wine, drinking in the middle of a work day…hmm mm. The bottle is already sitting on the table opened as we arrived, we raise a toast, and we clink glasses, looking at each other. Apparently it's the correct way to do it.
"Tharie, I want to welcome you to the label, and congratulate you on your new job.” He swirls his wine in the great bowl of his glass, suddenly it seems the focus. That's nice. Mum would like him. Then glancing casually at me. “But also to ask you, if you'd have a problem if I f*cked you every chance I get?" What?
...maybe I’m wrong?
His face is serious, I don’t quite know how to react, this type of honesty is disarming, but refreshing. My spoon stops a few inches short of my lips as I contemplate my next move. Be careful, I tell myself, it could be a trick. I take a deliberate mouthful of soup, it gives me time to think. Mmm, it is good. Horses are like that too, there's no bullshit with them either. Instead I laugh, and he instantly relaxes and joins me. "But you haven't even bought me lunch yet" I pout. I tear a corner off my lump of warm crusty bread, it smells great and inviting and suddenly I’m hungry and get the feeling Pete's right, I’m going to need my energy. Anyway I love carbs, can’t get by without them.
EC: “How's your new job?” What can I tell her? I don't answer, that response will need careful wording. I put the evil little device away.
The soup is delicious and the wine an exquisite accompaniment, I feel like an expert in my own taste buds has prepared this meal for me, it's just as Daniel said, it'll be what you've fancied all along even if you don’t realise it yet. We chat about denim and Daniels plans for Milk&Honey whilst we eat. Our trip to Japan and how we tackle that one. I tear off a corner of warm bread and dipping it into my steaming bowl of saffron coloured hot soup, I look at the man sitting opposite me. Yes, what do I tell Mum? I don't need to answer that right now.
I’m just telling him about my last visit to Tokyo..."...and as always its pouring with hot rain and the temperature is high..." Then suddenly without a change in his expression as he listens to my story, I feel his hand on my knee. I look around to see if anyone is watching, look back at him, he hasn’t taken his eyes off me the whole time. I take a mouthful of soup and return to my story, OK, just carry on. "I get into the cab, with the lace doilies on the seats, antimacassars on the armrests, and the driver in little white gloves..." Just as I get comfortable, he looks at me harder and I feel his hand as it slowly and deliberately moves up my thigh, higher and higher still.
Transitions at H+F. KE shoulder-in right. That helps.
I have to concentrate on my soup and my story, can't cause any scene here, not in public. Daniel nods a hello to two people leaving, and his hand travels higher to where my legs join my body. My breath catches in my lungs, and I’m now feeling quite hot, is it warm in here? Sparks of pleasure begin to fire all over me, I have to try really hard to continue.
E volte’s right. EG half-pass to the right. Come on brain, focus.
"I ask the driver," I start to say, “to take me to Harajuku. I wanted to see Evisu's new shop..." god this is hot, all I can do is think of Daniels thumb as it moves up and down the seam of my jeans between my legs, still looking at me. I’m having a hard time keeping it together, my breathing is laboured and I mustn’t move or make a sound of pleasure or I’d disturb a room full of chattering happy people enjoying their lunch. It’s having an incredible effect on me, in a public place, I furtively look around me, and smile into my soup, my body is alight my sex tightens and tingles.
“Then what?” He asks smiling very sweetly.
G on the centre line, before C collected walk.
I have to take a breath, the throbbing intensifies as my jeans hold me in place. Swollen and wet I can feel every touch, even through the many layers of denim, I shift uncomfortably in my seat, Daniel’s eyes never leave mine. Smiling again, clearly aware of the effect he is having on me, here of all public places, the soft gentle touches I long to get harder, I yearn to grind myself into his hand, to satisfy the need that building inside me. He just fixes his gaze on me, never flinching or looking away. "And, did you find it, I hear it's in an odd place?” He asks slowly and carefully, clearly amused and pleased with himself, the corners of his lips curling. Not stopping or slowing his wicked little fingers. I hate him for this, but not really.
"What?" Is he talking to me, where am I?
"Evisu," he flicks his fingers faster and moves his hand up to the waistband of my jeans and pops open the metal tack. An almost unbearable feeling of arousal falls over me and I’m numb to everything else around us. I drop my piece of crust into my soup bowl, suddenly I can't take another mouthful. I've lost my appetite, and that's not like me at all. I vaguely recall someone asking a question, was it directed at me? "oh, y…yes, it was in a residential part of the city quite odd, but that’s Tokyo,” it's an odd place.
C track to the left.
“A square cobbled narrow walkway, leading through a little garden along a path...” He's driving me insane his hand moving slowly and deliberately, I really don't know what I’m saying. Do they ride dressage in Japan I wonder? Bloody hell.
“And?” He asks clearly amused, his fingers work slower, to great effect.
“And in through the back door, like a little kitchen,” this is driving me mad, his fingers reach into the top of my jeans and pull down the fly zip... “It was like entering someone’s kitchen…, Daniel….”he enters my kitchen...did I say that already?
H turn left. Nope, not working.
'That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went,
And cannot come again'. Housman, that's better.
“Daniel...” and I make his name linger on my tongue like a useless warning, staring him straight in the eye. I can’t think, or breathe properly.
"And...?" he says, I can’t believe he wants me to finish the story my insides are churning with my desire for this man, and he knows it too. My pupils must be so dilated they're almost black. Our eyes don't leave each other’s, gooseberry green linked to blackened stormy grey.
I shake my head frustratingly "luckily I had a map, drawn for me by an old friend..." oh my god his fingers are inside my jeans. He grabs my jeans by the waistband and pulls me forward in my seat I shuffle to get positioned for his access, I want this too, badly. Inside the front of my underwear, the McCartney ones with Tuesday on them, I suddenly hope it is Tuesday! Then I remember with relief I have my new lace set on from Pete, I have absolutely never had to think so much about undies in my whole life as I am now. What is happening to me? Why did this become so important?
And what's wrong with Spiderman pants anyway?
“Yes, I’ve been there too, but there's a place I’d like to go that I’ve never been before.” He looks at me intensely as his fingers move down further. Then the waitress comes over, he snatches his hand away leaving my yearning and in sweet agony, such a tease he enjoys watching me squirm at his touch.
Daniel smiles sweetly at the lady in the lace edged apron, hands over ￡75 in cash, roughly grabs my hand and practically drags me out trying to fasten my jeans back up under the cover of my top. I put my parka on quickly, he has my hand in his, he doesn’t look at me, we march down the street, He doesn’t notice all the women staring at him. I’m half running to keep up, my boots have a high cone shaped heel and the suede fringing is flapping about as I am pulled through the street.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, I ignore it this time.
Hope there's a kettle where we're going. I could use a cuppa right now.
A bit later in chapter six, Tuesday:22ndoctober2013, after lunch
We come to a stop to what I am about to discover is a concealed back door, to what I’m guessing is our building, it's anonymous and grey, that’s about right. It's how I feel about myself, except with him.
Daniel gets his swipe card out and holds it to a wall light set at elbows height in the wall. Strange height for a light, I allow my mind to wander this time. I hear a rumble noise and the sound of an underground motor start up. Daniel lowers his head and kisses me, his tongue invading my mouth deliberately teasing me further, slowly and softly flicking my tongue with his and biting my lip. Suddenly the lower half of the wall and the adjoining part of the pavement crumble apart with a grinding noise and mechanically become the top part of a flight of stairs leading down into the dark. "Hurry," he says, looking around us, “we have eight seconds to clear the street and the doorway closes.” As we move down, the wall and pavement behind us 'heal' closed and I suspect from the outside it’ll be back to just a wall and pavement. "Your key will open that door too, only yours, James' and mine." Bloody hell.
Grabbing my arm again we descend the stairs, his breathing has become rapid, and my sexual arousal has morphed into an adventurous awakening. I have no idea where we're heading, but the stairs must lead at least three floors underground, and each step lights up as we tread on the preceding one, by tiny bulbs set into the steps, painted a rubbery black like the 'hall'. The fake daylight switches off in sequence behind us, and the door grinds together and clunks closed reassuringly loudly. A cool blast of fresh air meets us at last and a huge door sweeps into a huge room, closing itself as we pass a sensor on the wall. I am out of breath, my jeans are undone and my sex is throbbing. I am too warm under my parka from marching and wish now I hadn’t zipped in the extra lining.
The room is dark grey with black floor like my office, in the centre is a very large four poster, old, very old I judge to be Elizabethan, a museum piece. Daniel is standing at a tiny bar moulded into the wall and I leave my parka where it falls on the floor where I stand, remove my boots and I walk over to him barefoot, he hands me another glass of the same red I guess as the aroma and tone are identical...how did that happen?
When I look closely I notice chains hanging over the bed, joined at the top part of the frame, with manacles on them lined in dark red velvet. Two at each end. I drink some more wine. Even my brain is lost for words, it’s a first.
From behind me Daniel reaches round my waist and slides his hand down inside my jeans, and once more his fingers find their mark. He is kissing my neck and my body all at once belongs to this moment and to this man. “I can feel you with my mouth.” He whispers into my ear, his warm breath felt all the way to my toes. He is working his will on me, his fingers playing me like a musical instrument, finding all the right notes in perfect order and in rhythm. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my back, imprisoned in denim, I plan to release it. Putting my glass down, close my eyes for a second to take a realisation of where I am.
My nerve endings are alight with Daniels cunning little movements, teasing my folds and mound to within a breath of climax and letting me fall back empty, again and again, it's driving me mad with my desire. He withdraws his hand slowly, deliberately, watching me. He licks his fingers and an unexplained beautiful pleasure shoots through me, “I can taste you on my fingers.” He breathes into my neck, making me shiver with anticipation. He removes my top, it took me ages to get on with all the straps and ties and Daniel had it off before I even knew what was happening.
Where there a will, there’s a way, right?
He pulls down the lace of my bra and pinches my nipple, quite hard, it takes my mind all its will to keep track of what’s going on. "You are covered in bruises." He says with a hint of concern kissing my purple collarbone, all down here, and his hand moves slowly all down my side from my shoulder, tracing the shapes of the now purplish marks down my body.
"It's OK, I fell", and kiss him again. I turn slowly and with his eyes never leaving mine I kiss him gently on the lips, his tongue dives into my mouth hard, wanting, I can feel how wound up he is, how hard. I can help him with that. I pop open his jeans and pull them under his arse, feeling the curves as I go. Very tight and firm, his body smells delicious. I bend to kiss his tummy just where the trail of hairs from below encircle his belly button and stop. He shuts his eyes and groans. Good, I think, I like him quiet. I pull the waistband of his pants down to meet his jeans and set free his mighty cock like a greyhound at the start gate.
He opens his eyes, and looks down at me, our gazes lock each other as my tongue gently flicks over the warm end of his magnificent penis. I take the end bulb into my mouth and suck gently, the tip of my tongue finds the little crater at the end and works its way in and out.
Daniel has tensed his body now, his fingers are fisting in my hair and his eyes blazing with arousal. I take more of the shaft into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks, playing with my tongue as I had with his tongue when we kissed, and suck gently as I do. His fingers pull my hair, it hurts but I don’t care, perhaps I should have brushed it? In and out very slowly I suck harder and harder. His eyes are flaming and hot, a guttural moan escapes his lips and he pulls me up to meet his mouth and kisses my hard again whilst removing my jeans leaving me standing in just my underwear. Great first day I think.
“I want you badly baby” he clenches his teeth, “I can’t stop myself.” He is taking in my whole body to memory, he grabs me so my ear is close to his mouth, “I’m going to cum hard into you.” I shudder at the thought, not exactly romantic, but it does the trick. Daniel sucks my tongue over and over as he works my *, "you're wet baby, I like that, ready for me, but I’m going to make you wait some more, like I’ve had to wait all day." Blimey, we could have skipped lunch, is all I’m saying.
I am now a wreck of raw nerve endings, soaking wet p-ssy and getting wobbly on my legs too. I kneel back down in front of him, kissing his body slowly all the way down as I go, using the mapped trail of tattoos as I head down. Moaning he holds my head in both hands and guides my mouth to his shaft. I take it deep into my throat, deeper than I ever had before, in and out I suck hard, working my tongue around the end, moving my fists too along his cock, close to his body. “Aaaarrrgh...f*ck!" he moans and as I move my mouth faster and faster, he cries out and an ejaculate of creamy warmth slides down my throat.
“You taste good.” I moan with a satisfied sound, “and I’ve just eaten.” I stand, he puts his fingers in my mouth to wet them and down, down they go to my p-ssy where I want them so badly right now, I can’t shut my eyes, they are watching him and he is watching me. Tortuously slowly he plunges his fingers in and out of me hard, one finger then three, in and out again and again, slowly and building. My body is ready to explode, his thumb circles my * and sends me into spasm, I can’t take any more I need a release. Tempted to finish myself but he drags me to the edge of the bed and lays me so my arse is just on the mattress. Grateful for some comfort, I relax into the black sheets, taking a fistful above my head for extra support. Kneeling in front of me his tongue finds its mark.
"Oh god, Daniel, I want this."
"I know baby, its coming, just wait." He licks and sucks at my sex expertly bringing me again to the brink and letting me fall away. His tongue flicking now over me, his hot breath warming me further, my nerves building into an even greater crescendo, up and up, faster and faster, until my body crashes around him and I am exhausted and satisfied, “you taste good baby.” Well that's fine, but I need tea, is there a kettle around?
Joining me on the bed, Daniel has managed to remove his jeans and socks when did that happen? I must have been thinking about other things I hum to myself with pleasure. His lean and muscular body is covered in ink. I could spend hours studying its intricacies and fine workmanship, but right now my sight is blurry with drunken satisfaction. I could stare at him all day and never see it all. He softly kisses my mouth, and his hand trails up my body. He turns me over and kisses my spine all the way up from my buttocks to my neck, then round to my ear, "I haven’t finished with you yet," he whispers. I like the sound of that, maybe tea can wait?
His hands are on my bottom massaging my buttocks, then the tops of my legs, he's getting hard again, and suddenly the sation I felt just now vanishes and my hunger returns. A renewed feeling of arousal fills my whole body and l gyrate my hips against his hand now beneath me and cupping my *. "Aah, like that?" He whispers.
"Mm..." is all I can manage. I feel a steadying building of turbulence from an oncoming storm approaching.
He grabs my legs suddenly and flips me over onto my back, and pressing down above me I can feel his cock hard at my thigh, waiting to engage. His eyes are aflame again, and we are both glistening with sweat from before, his hands are placed each side of my head and as he looks into my eyes I am fixed there and can’t move. He gently gains access to me and my wetness bids him a very warm welcome indeed. Slowly, so very slowly, in and out, just the tip of his bulb then deep to the shaft end, keeping my senses guessing. His mouth moves to my breasts, sucking on my nipples softly at first and then harder until it almost hurts, but it’s an exquisite pain. It enhances the intensity of a wonderful building feeling beginning down there. I have never been f*cked like this before, he knows exactly what he's doing.
In and out steady rhythm, harder now, harder and faster. My breathing is laboured, I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to, another new experience for me. Thrusting hard into me I can feel the end of his cock at the end of my body inside, a sweet, delightful, gentle pain. "I want you to cum baby, just for me." He's working harder and deeper, “only for me.” A steady rhythm now my body suddenly lets go, and all at once I’m a wash with an intense warm liquid feeling of orgasm crashing and breaking over me, drenching my nerves and a warm flow of ecstasy follows. Daniel cries out my name, and it's all over. He has emptied himself into me again, I feel wonderful and sated, satisfied, exhausted, filthy. Nice.
Now where's the bloody tea?
Happy in chapter six, Tuesday:22ndoctober2013, my new boss
We lay together for what seems like ages, he reaches over and kisses my forehead. "Thank you for that." He giggles.
“You’re the boss” I add playfully. He raises his brow at me in amusement.
“Get used to it baby” he pats my behind. “We'd better get back upstairs and do some work,” and the spell is quickly broken.
Bloody phone, not now! It vibrates a hum over and over, it’s a rhythm I can’t ignore, that’s the genius of the thing. Turn off the ringer, and the bloody thing hums with vibration.
Note to self, get tech to disable the vibrate, so silent really means silent.
Another note to self, ignore the last note, stupid idea.
Further note, why do I keep leaving myself notes? Bloody hell, answer.
PF: “How’s it going, need a break yet?” Is she having me followed?
TC: “You’re spooky” true story.
PF: “I know, do you?” What does she want?
I watch Daniel get up, his beautiful back retreating from me, she has a point about arses too that girl.
TC: “Tell me, be quick” true story.
PF: “Henry’s single is gold already” that is good news.
TC: “He wrote that after a take away, it must have been some curry eh?” it was, as I recall, from Hatfield Peveril.
PF: “See you soon xx” bye.
I roll over to meet Daniels eyes as he has paused to watch me on my phone, and smiles.
"Did I pass my first task?" I was attempting to sound nonchalant and playful, certain it came out needy and childish.
"I’ve never quite had a working day like it Tharie,” he runs his fingers through his hair, “I think we're going to get along quite well." He winks at me and says "come, let’s have a quick shower." And he heads behind a hand painted silk Chinese screen and I can hear water running. Shocked by how I feel, I stand up on wobbly legs and followed him in. What hotels would call a 'well-appointed bathroom' is through another doorway behind the screen. A huge wet room, tiled floor to ceiling in brick shaped white tiles, with a massive wide chrome sprinkler head coming from the ceiling. The room is already filling with steam and my naked inked lover is washing himself in a lather I recognise the aroma, Daniel, everything smells of him.
GH half pirouette to the right, GM collected walk.
We wash each other down slowly and completely with soap in our hands, exploring each other’s bodies. His firm slim physique with the v'shaped abdominal muscles suggested to me the boy works out. "You're skinny Tharie, we need to feed you up."
My Mum has been busy.
As his hands slide over my ribs, up towards my breasts. I enjoy the feeling of his slippery hands on me, my nipples react to his touch and I get a familiar tightening feeling down below. He notices the imperceptible change in my breathing, smiling at me and shaking his head. “Again?” His fingers move down once more, and his lips are around my nipples again. “OK” he breaths into the flesh of my breast. I feel him harden against me, again. Nice.
The feelings he fills me with are incredible, my body begins to move from the hips as if independent from the rest of me. What is he doing? He is sucking my nipples hard, “I can f*ck you any-time I want to baby.” That's nice, I would tell him if I could. First one nipple then the other, his fingers flicking gently between my legs, “all mine,” already wet for him and covered in soapy bubbles, his fingers slip inside me again. "Hmm mm, wet for me again so soon, we’ll have to stop sometime, we have to eat." Smiling he closes his eyes and continues working my nipples. There is an intense pull throught my body from his tongue to his fingers as they slide in and out without any friction now, I am so hot for this and soaking.
"I want you inside me", I manage to whisper.
"I know baby, just wait." God, what was all this waiting? I want it now, and I grind myself into his hand as his fingers flick inside me. "Wait Tharie," he laughs, “you are so impatient.” Yes, and? My insides begin to boil, my nerves or what was left of them only needed the tiniest further encouragement and my beautiful magnificent torture would be over. He pulls his fingers out as I am about to climax, sending me backwards down the hill, my feet have no purchase. He slides his huge wet slippery cock into me all the way to the end, very slowly. Pushing me hard finally against the cold tile of the wall behind me, he pushes in and out with a slow steady rhythm my face is in his chest, holding me upright, warm and beautiful, hot comfortable water streaming over us, my fingers in his hair, messing it up and enjoying every moment.
I’m climbing, I’m coming back up, steady, up and up, slowly, riding his huge cock, shamelessly rubbing my cleft up and down its slippery length. "Please faster" I gasp. Then suddenly he pushes into me hard once then in and out in very quick succession, sending me to happy land, my body crashes in cascading pleasure and I am totally spent. I can’t see, I can’t move and his final throws of pleasure are the only force keeping me from slipping noiselessly to the floor.
Collected walk CHG.
Daniel holds me up. Kisses my eyelids, when did I shut my eyes? "Are you OK?"
"Ye...ess,” I manage, “definitely, yes.” I honestly feel like someone's scooped out my insides and replaced it with warm caramel. I have no energy to even open my eyes. He lifts me in his strong arms and carries me over to the sink. I hold on to its cold ceramic rolled edge to keep me upright while he towel dries me with soft black towels with the familiar eagle and ship design woven into it. John Lewis don't sell personalised towelling do they? We get dressed, I am having a hard time standing. Laughing at me he puts his Rolex back on. He's ready.
MRXV extended walk.
I pull my achy legs into my beautiful boots, and find I have a renewed appreciation for beauty, it must be all the sex we just had. Such beautiful leather-work, happy I’m able to focus on important details I feel relaxed and must be grinning like a stupid person from ear to ear. Daniel is having to re-snap the wrist strap of his Rolex, it's aggravating him I can tell. Everything must do as it's supposed to, behave as it's supposed to, work every time.
“Speak to Blossom about your watch Daniel, before it slips from your wrist and you lose it.” He just nods to me, and pulls his boots on.
“I'll call Baby Chris today.” He replies, closing it again with an unsatisfactorily weak snap. He then grabs me and kisses me deeply and hard. “Nice.” And winks at me.
Note to self, eat more carbs, you’re going to need the energy!
"And now we work?" I ask him.
"And now we work."
Before K collected walk. What's the difference? I could never understand it, or more importantly, why it matters.
“Can we have tea too?” I laugh, but I’m completely serious.
“Of course baby, I have already sent Newton a message to get the kettle on.” I want to marry him.
I decide, I like that...'baby'.