you leave the apartment with me?’
No.
‘Oh.’
Don’t worry about that. Come on, don’t you have baking to do? I can come to the kitchen with you.
Juliette smiled. ‘You’ve been watching what I’ve been doing then? The deliveries?’
I love it. Such a beautiful concept. So very you.
‘Okay, let’s do that.’ Juliette showered first, turning just the cold tap on and allowing the freezing water to beat down on her head and alleviate some of the fog of her hangover. Once she was dressed, she took a moment to prepare herself, before walking out of her bedroom, knowing that the sight of the burnt curtains was going to be difficult to take in.
When she stepped through the doorway into the lounge room, the sight of that corner of the room was even more disturbing than she could have imagined. What if the entire building had caught on fire? Imagine if, because of her, other people had died.
‘I obviously need to check that smoke detector,’ she commented quietly, as she walked over to the burnt area and knelt down on the floor in front of it to survey the damage.
‘How am I going to get all this cleaned up?’ she asked.
Leave it ‘til later , Danny suggested. Maybe you can get someone in to take care of it for you, but not right now. Let’s not have someone else in here interfering with our connection unless we have to.
Despite the strangeness of their situation, Juliette was able to relax into her baking, enjoying the sensation that she wasn’t alone now, that she could chat as she mixed ingredients, that every now and then, she would feel Danny’s touch on her skin. She was mixing her last batch of dark chocolate brownieswhen she finally worked up the nerve to ask the one question that had been on her mind for the past hour as she’d been cooking.
‘Danny, will we be able to … can we make love?’
There was silence for a moment while Juliette waited, her shoulders tense. And then she felt his arms around her.
I can hold you, kiss you, touch you … I don’t see why not.
Juliette felt a flutter deep within. All of a sudden, every movement she made felt loaded – her skin was tingling with anticipation. And when she felt Danny’s lips on her neck, his breath against her ear, she shuddered with desire.
‘Oh God, you don’t realise how much I want you right now,’ she whispered as she revelled in his touch.
I beg to differ.
‘Should we try it out … now?’ Juliette asked, her voice filled with longing.
No. Let’s wait until after you’ve finished baking and delivering your cakes. Once we get started …
‘Okay,’ said Juliette, trying hard to keep the disappointment out of her voice. ‘I guess I can wait until I get back. And that’s when we’ll make love, for the first time – this time.’
For the rest of the day, Juliette felt giddy with anticipation. She felt like a girl on her first date – all of that delicious build-up of flirting with the guy that you knew was the one. All that excitement because you knew what you would be doing together later, and you just knew that it was going to be spectacular. All of the sexual tension and chemistry that fizzed in each move you made and every word that you spoke. And, of course, Danny was no help, enhancing the tension by running his fingers down her spine or whispering in her ear, telling her exactly what he had planned for them later.
By the time Juliette had packed her basket and was at the front door, ready to make her delivery that night, she was practically weak at the knees thanks to all of the pent-up desire that was shooting through her body like fireworks, waiting for the opportunity to explode.
Come back soon. And she felt Danny nuzzling her neck at the doorway.
‘Are you kidding me?’ she whispered, her voice giddy and giggly. ‘I’ll be back in record time.’
She started to lose her grip on the basket handle, ready to just give in right there and then, perfectly happy to drop the basket by her feet and
No.
‘Oh.’
Don’t worry about that. Come on, don’t you have baking to do? I can come to the kitchen with you.
Juliette smiled. ‘You’ve been watching what I’ve been doing then? The deliveries?’
I love it. Such a beautiful concept. So very you.
‘Okay, let’s do that.’ Juliette showered first, turning just the cold tap on and allowing the freezing water to beat down on her head and alleviate some of the fog of her hangover. Once she was dressed, she took a moment to prepare herself, before walking out of her bedroom, knowing that the sight of the burnt curtains was going to be difficult to take in.
When she stepped through the doorway into the lounge room, the sight of that corner of the room was even more disturbing than she could have imagined. What if the entire building had caught on fire? Imagine if, because of her, other people had died.
‘I obviously need to check that smoke detector,’ she commented quietly, as she walked over to the burnt area and knelt down on the floor in front of it to survey the damage.
‘How am I going to get all this cleaned up?’ she asked.
Leave it ‘til later , Danny suggested. Maybe you can get someone in to take care of it for you, but not right now. Let’s not have someone else in here interfering with our connection unless we have to.
Despite the strangeness of their situation, Juliette was able to relax into her baking, enjoying the sensation that she wasn’t alone now, that she could chat as she mixed ingredients, that every now and then, she would feel Danny’s touch on her skin. She was mixing her last batch of dark chocolate brownieswhen she finally worked up the nerve to ask the one question that had been on her mind for the past hour as she’d been cooking.
‘Danny, will we be able to … can we make love?’
There was silence for a moment while Juliette waited, her shoulders tense. And then she felt his arms around her.
I can hold you, kiss you, touch you … I don’t see why not.
Juliette felt a flutter deep within. All of a sudden, every movement she made felt loaded – her skin was tingling with anticipation. And when she felt Danny’s lips on her neck, his breath against her ear, she shuddered with desire.
‘Oh God, you don’t realise how much I want you right now,’ she whispered as she revelled in his touch.
I beg to differ.
‘Should we try it out … now?’ Juliette asked, her voice filled with longing.
No. Let’s wait until after you’ve finished baking and delivering your cakes. Once we get started …
‘Okay,’ said Juliette, trying hard to keep the disappointment out of her voice. ‘I guess I can wait until I get back. And that’s when we’ll make love, for the first time – this time.’
For the rest of the day, Juliette felt giddy with anticipation. She felt like a girl on her first date – all of that delicious build-up of flirting with the guy that you knew was the one. All that excitement because you knew what you would be doing together later, and you just knew that it was going to be spectacular. All of the sexual tension and chemistry that fizzed in each move you made and every word that you spoke. And, of course, Danny was no help, enhancing the tension by running his fingers down her spine or whispering in her ear, telling her exactly what he had planned for them later.
By the time Juliette had packed her basket and was at the front door, ready to make her delivery that night, she was practically weak at the knees thanks to all of the pent-up desire that was shooting through her body like fireworks, waiting for the opportunity to explode.
Come back soon. And she felt Danny nuzzling her neck at the doorway.
‘Are you kidding me?’ she whispered, her voice giddy and giggly. ‘I’ll be back in record time.’
She started to lose her grip on the basket handle, ready to just give in right there and then, perfectly happy to drop the basket by her feet and
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