Infraction
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As we both struggled to recover, I realized we had come full circle, and the sex was exactly what we both needed; it was how we connected.
“Fuck, my head hurts.” His head rose from my neck, kissing his way up until our eyes met.
“I thought sex was supposed to get rid of headaches,” I said between pants, my body limp.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t help when a cast slams into your head repeatedly…”
My eyes widened as I looked up at him. “So, that’s what happened?” I tried to keep the smile from forming on my face, but failed. The imagery was too much, and I began giggling as it played over and over in my mind.
Nathan began to laugh as well and rolled beside me, pulling my leg with him, and I rolled onto his chest.
“I love you, so much,” I said, snuggling into him.
I felt a kiss on the top of my head. “I love you too, Honeybear. Cast beatings and all.”
As we laid there catching our breath, I couldn’t help but note the change. We both knew we had found our way home to each other.
CHAPTER 15
I felt a twinge in my neck and smiled. I was back to wearing scarves to cover the marks he left, so it was a good thing the cooler weather was moving in.
Every moment we weren’t in the office, and sometimes when we were, Nathan had his hands all over my body, and I had mine on his. We couldn’t get enough of one another, drunk on the ability to finally touch each other again, and it was bliss.
Every caress brought us closer, every kiss solidifying our connection.
Work was busy, as usual, even with Owen’s help, but with the events of the previous days, even the Boob Squad couldn’t get me down. I was on cloud nine.
Jennifer, in her usual cle**age-baring garment, cornered me in the middle of the week in the break room as I heated up my lunch.
“You know, Delilah, if you weren’t such a frigid bitch I’m sure that someone out there would be willing to warm you up at night. I mean, I know you and Andrew had a thing once, though I have no idea what he saw in you, but I really think a good lay would help you out.”
I stared at her. “A good lay?” I burst out laughing, catching her off guard. If only she knew. She stormed out in a huff, not appreciating my laughing at her criticism.
I was giddy all day Friday, bouncing in my chair, high on anticipation. I wondered if this was what I’d always heard about kids on Christmas. Was that how they felt? If it was, I finally understood the analogy.
We’d spent the week in a different, almost euphoric, atmosphere. Nathan and I worked during the day, flirting by text the way we used to, and spent the evening in each other’s arms, making up for lost time. Well, lost time and repressed lust. He wasn’t holding back anymore, and I was reaping all the benefits.
Nathan wanted our date that weekend to be like any other first date, and not like two people who had been living together for the previous two months. He wanted to pick me up from my condo.
The night before I packed my bag, including my date wear, and had it ready for after work the next day. He wouldn’t tell me much, only that we were “getting away from it all.” He insisted on it being a surprise.
He showed up at my condo, ringing the doorbell moments after I arrived after work that Friday. He helped me with my bag, down to the lobby, and into the parking lot.
When we sat in the car he turned to me and smirked, kissing my lips before drawing back. In his hand he held a blindfold and had me turn so that he could wrap it around my head.
He was making sure his surprise stayed that way.
My mind wandered through the past days. There had been a sudden change with Nathan and me after we talked to Dr. Morgenson. The walls had fallen down; the atmosphere around us was full of life and energetic.
It was hope, and I wasn’t afraid of it anymore; I embraced it.
Hope was something neither of us had held onto in the past. It made everything we’d been through worth it, because for the first time in my life I felt…complete. I felt wanted, needed. I’d never known the part of me I was missing my whole life was him.
We were communicating. Living life through the hard lessons we’d learned over the previous months. As Dr. Morgenson said, we still had a long road ahead of us, but now we were one. Nathan and I were in it together, walking through life hand in hand.
Whatever came our way, we would handle it together.
We slowed down after what seemed like hours, and Nathan allowed me to remove the blindfold. What I saw when I opened my eyes was far from what I was expecting.
“We’re having dinner here?” I asked as we pulled up to what I could only describe as a mansion. The house was huge, and it was sitting on an easy five acres.
The only response I received from Nathan was a grin as we moved up the drive. Once we reached the front door, he hopped out and came around to my side to help me out. He handed me my crutches, and I headed up the stairs to the front door in my usual slow-going pace while he retrieved our bags.
I thought for our first date we would go out to a restaurant or something. Wasn’t that what was the tradition? Random mansion outside the city was not what I was expecting.
The door opened before I made it up the last few steps, and I was surprised to see Sarah on the other side.
She smiled at me; her arms open wide in greeting. “Lila! Welcome!”
“Good evening, Sarah.” My confusion rose at her being there. Our first date was with his parents?
“Mom, you said you would be gone by four,” Nathan said with a groan from behind me. “It’s almost six.”
“Yes, yes.” She waved his words off. “Your father was delayed—you know how it is. Don’t worry; we’re heading out in a moment so you two will have your privacy.”
I reached the top step and she pulled me in for a hug. “How are you feeling today? Are you excited about tonight?”
I pulled back and smiled at her. “Very. Though I’m a bit confused about what we’re doing here.”
“This was all Nathan’s idea,” she said. “He wanted to be romantic, but wanted you to be comfortable, so I offered up our house as a little retreat for you two.”
“Wow, I’m…impressed.” I glanced back at Nathan who was closing the trunk and heading our way.
She held the door wide for me as I hobbled through. “How’s your leg doing? You look good, and you’re getting around so much better.”
“Fuck, my head hurts.” His head rose from my neck, kissing his way up until our eyes met.
“I thought sex was supposed to get rid of headaches,” I said between pants, my body limp.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t help when a cast slams into your head repeatedly…”
My eyes widened as I looked up at him. “So, that’s what happened?” I tried to keep the smile from forming on my face, but failed. The imagery was too much, and I began giggling as it played over and over in my mind.
Nathan began to laugh as well and rolled beside me, pulling my leg with him, and I rolled onto his chest.
“I love you, so much,” I said, snuggling into him.
I felt a kiss on the top of my head. “I love you too, Honeybear. Cast beatings and all.”
As we laid there catching our breath, I couldn’t help but note the change. We both knew we had found our way home to each other.
CHAPTER 15
I felt a twinge in my neck and smiled. I was back to wearing scarves to cover the marks he left, so it was a good thing the cooler weather was moving in.
Every moment we weren’t in the office, and sometimes when we were, Nathan had his hands all over my body, and I had mine on his. We couldn’t get enough of one another, drunk on the ability to finally touch each other again, and it was bliss.
Every caress brought us closer, every kiss solidifying our connection.
Work was busy, as usual, even with Owen’s help, but with the events of the previous days, even the Boob Squad couldn’t get me down. I was on cloud nine.
Jennifer, in her usual cle**age-baring garment, cornered me in the middle of the week in the break room as I heated up my lunch.
“You know, Delilah, if you weren’t such a frigid bitch I’m sure that someone out there would be willing to warm you up at night. I mean, I know you and Andrew had a thing once, though I have no idea what he saw in you, but I really think a good lay would help you out.”
I stared at her. “A good lay?” I burst out laughing, catching her off guard. If only she knew. She stormed out in a huff, not appreciating my laughing at her criticism.
I was giddy all day Friday, bouncing in my chair, high on anticipation. I wondered if this was what I’d always heard about kids on Christmas. Was that how they felt? If it was, I finally understood the analogy.
We’d spent the week in a different, almost euphoric, atmosphere. Nathan and I worked during the day, flirting by text the way we used to, and spent the evening in each other’s arms, making up for lost time. Well, lost time and repressed lust. He wasn’t holding back anymore, and I was reaping all the benefits.
Nathan wanted our date that weekend to be like any other first date, and not like two people who had been living together for the previous two months. He wanted to pick me up from my condo.
The night before I packed my bag, including my date wear, and had it ready for after work the next day. He wouldn’t tell me much, only that we were “getting away from it all.” He insisted on it being a surprise.
He showed up at my condo, ringing the doorbell moments after I arrived after work that Friday. He helped me with my bag, down to the lobby, and into the parking lot.
When we sat in the car he turned to me and smirked, kissing my lips before drawing back. In his hand he held a blindfold and had me turn so that he could wrap it around my head.
He was making sure his surprise stayed that way.
My mind wandered through the past days. There had been a sudden change with Nathan and me after we talked to Dr. Morgenson. The walls had fallen down; the atmosphere around us was full of life and energetic.
It was hope, and I wasn’t afraid of it anymore; I embraced it.
Hope was something neither of us had held onto in the past. It made everything we’d been through worth it, because for the first time in my life I felt…complete. I felt wanted, needed. I’d never known the part of me I was missing my whole life was him.
We were communicating. Living life through the hard lessons we’d learned over the previous months. As Dr. Morgenson said, we still had a long road ahead of us, but now we were one. Nathan and I were in it together, walking through life hand in hand.
Whatever came our way, we would handle it together.
We slowed down after what seemed like hours, and Nathan allowed me to remove the blindfold. What I saw when I opened my eyes was far from what I was expecting.
“We’re having dinner here?” I asked as we pulled up to what I could only describe as a mansion. The house was huge, and it was sitting on an easy five acres.
The only response I received from Nathan was a grin as we moved up the drive. Once we reached the front door, he hopped out and came around to my side to help me out. He handed me my crutches, and I headed up the stairs to the front door in my usual slow-going pace while he retrieved our bags.
I thought for our first date we would go out to a restaurant or something. Wasn’t that what was the tradition? Random mansion outside the city was not what I was expecting.
The door opened before I made it up the last few steps, and I was surprised to see Sarah on the other side.
She smiled at me; her arms open wide in greeting. “Lila! Welcome!”
“Good evening, Sarah.” My confusion rose at her being there. Our first date was with his parents?
“Mom, you said you would be gone by four,” Nathan said with a groan from behind me. “It’s almost six.”
“Yes, yes.” She waved his words off. “Your father was delayed—you know how it is. Don’t worry; we’re heading out in a moment so you two will have your privacy.”
I reached the top step and she pulled me in for a hug. “How are you feeling today? Are you excited about tonight?”
I pulled back and smiled at her. “Very. Though I’m a bit confused about what we’re doing here.”
“This was all Nathan’s idea,” she said. “He wanted to be romantic, but wanted you to be comfortable, so I offered up our house as a little retreat for you two.”
“Wow, I’m…impressed.” I glanced back at Nathan who was closing the trunk and heading our way.
She held the door wide for me as I hobbled through. “How’s your leg doing? You look good, and you’re getting around so much better.”
