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cuts and falls, from visitors and hikers alike, out making the most of the good weather.
My last day before I left for the weekend in Boston, was a busy but good day. When the evening settled down and I grabbed a bite to eat, the Peters girl found me. I smiled politely, and she asked if she could sit with me. "Sure," I told her.
She blushed and she stammered. In the end, I think she avoided looking at me so she could maintain a decent conversation without getting that dazzled, far-off looked on her face. It still made me smile. I silently thanked God that Trent wasn't there to witness it.
"So, you're off tomorrow?" she asked cautiously.
"Yes. I can’t believe I’ve been here two weeks already," I told her as I finished my sandwich.
"It’s supposed to be another fine day tomorrow," she said, and I realized she was nervous. "I usually head down to Northport when the weather's good. I was thinking… I um, maybe…” she finished in a rush, “Ithoughtmaybeyoumightliketogo?"
Oh shit.
"Um, I can’t." I told her. "I’m heading back to Boston to pick up a few things I left behind. I’m leaving in the morning."
"Oh," she said quietly, and her disappointment was palpable.
"Maybe another time?" I said and immediately regretted the offer, but the intention was to let her down gently. She must have mistaken my awkwardness for regret, because she brightened a little.
"Okay," she said and smiled at the prospect of our future date. I stood and collected my lunch tray. Not game enough to make eye contact, I looked at the empty tray as i told her I was due back at work. Dani gave a little wave of her hand, "Bye, Nathan."
I busied myself with paperwork in the hope she wouldn't find me again, knowing that in a few short hours, I was off for four days and I was spending them all with Trent.
I’d never done anything like it. I’d never actually used time off for anything other than catching up on sleep. Now, I was hoping like hell we didn’t sleep much at all.
When I got home, I tried to hide how excited I really was. I knew Trent was enjoying whatever the hell it was between us, but I wondered what it meant to him. I knew the house painting was almost done and I wondered what that meant for us. I certainly didn’t want to ruin what time we had left together by talking about feelings and emotions, and risk scaring him away.
So I did the only logical thing - I said nothing.
I climbed the stairs to get myself changed, and Trent was cleaning up in the bathroom. "You know," I told him from the doorway, "if someone were to blindfold me and put turpentine and acrylic paints in front of me, I'd think it was you."
He grinned and dried his hands on the hand towel. "Mmm, I’m sorry, what were you saying? You said the word 'blindfold', and I had all sorts of wonderful images in my head. I didn't hear the rest of what you said."
I laughed and shook my head at him. I’d just taken my tie off, and it was still in my hands, so I decided to tease him a little. I lifted the tie to my eyes and asked him, "You mean, like this?"
"Don’t tempt me, Nathan," he said. His voice was husky. "Not sure if you're ready for that."
I raised my eyebrow at him. "I think you might be surprised what I’m ready for."
He looked at me for the longest time before he stepped close enough I felt the heat from his body. His eyes became darker, more intense, and his nostrils flared. He took the tie from my hands and covered my eyes with it, tying it off at the back of my head.
I was suddenly nervous, but excited, and I jumped when he took my hand, leading me out of the bathroom. "I’m walking you to your bedroom," he told me, and I followed him, willingly, keenly.
He stopped me, and I presumed we were in my room. His fingers left my hand, trailed up my arm and across my chest. He undid the buttons and slid my shirt off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He pushed me backwards, and I felt the bed against the backs of my legs. "Sit," he
My last day before I left for the weekend in Boston, was a busy but good day. When the evening settled down and I grabbed a bite to eat, the Peters girl found me. I smiled politely, and she asked if she could sit with me. "Sure," I told her.
She blushed and she stammered. In the end, I think she avoided looking at me so she could maintain a decent conversation without getting that dazzled, far-off looked on her face. It still made me smile. I silently thanked God that Trent wasn't there to witness it.
"So, you're off tomorrow?" she asked cautiously.
"Yes. I can’t believe I’ve been here two weeks already," I told her as I finished my sandwich.
"It’s supposed to be another fine day tomorrow," she said, and I realized she was nervous. "I usually head down to Northport when the weather's good. I was thinking… I um, maybe…” she finished in a rush, “Ithoughtmaybeyoumightliketogo?"
Oh shit.
"Um, I can’t." I told her. "I’m heading back to Boston to pick up a few things I left behind. I’m leaving in the morning."
"Oh," she said quietly, and her disappointment was palpable.
"Maybe another time?" I said and immediately regretted the offer, but the intention was to let her down gently. She must have mistaken my awkwardness for regret, because she brightened a little.
"Okay," she said and smiled at the prospect of our future date. I stood and collected my lunch tray. Not game enough to make eye contact, I looked at the empty tray as i told her I was due back at work. Dani gave a little wave of her hand, "Bye, Nathan."
I busied myself with paperwork in the hope she wouldn't find me again, knowing that in a few short hours, I was off for four days and I was spending them all with Trent.
I’d never done anything like it. I’d never actually used time off for anything other than catching up on sleep. Now, I was hoping like hell we didn’t sleep much at all.
When I got home, I tried to hide how excited I really was. I knew Trent was enjoying whatever the hell it was between us, but I wondered what it meant to him. I knew the house painting was almost done and I wondered what that meant for us. I certainly didn’t want to ruin what time we had left together by talking about feelings and emotions, and risk scaring him away.
So I did the only logical thing - I said nothing.
I climbed the stairs to get myself changed, and Trent was cleaning up in the bathroom. "You know," I told him from the doorway, "if someone were to blindfold me and put turpentine and acrylic paints in front of me, I'd think it was you."
He grinned and dried his hands on the hand towel. "Mmm, I’m sorry, what were you saying? You said the word 'blindfold', and I had all sorts of wonderful images in my head. I didn't hear the rest of what you said."
I laughed and shook my head at him. I’d just taken my tie off, and it was still in my hands, so I decided to tease him a little. I lifted the tie to my eyes and asked him, "You mean, like this?"
"Don’t tempt me, Nathan," he said. His voice was husky. "Not sure if you're ready for that."
I raised my eyebrow at him. "I think you might be surprised what I’m ready for."
He looked at me for the longest time before he stepped close enough I felt the heat from his body. His eyes became darker, more intense, and his nostrils flared. He took the tie from my hands and covered my eyes with it, tying it off at the back of my head.
I was suddenly nervous, but excited, and I jumped when he took my hand, leading me out of the bathroom. "I’m walking you to your bedroom," he told me, and I followed him, willingly, keenly.
He stopped me, and I presumed we were in my room. His fingers left my hand, trailed up my arm and across my chest. He undid the buttons and slid my shirt off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He pushed me backwards, and I felt the bed against the backs of my legs. "Sit," he
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