way. You told me you need to keep your brain active, so I’m keeping you on your toes. I’ll lift something out of the freezer for your dinner, and if you’re lucky, you might get some of Lucca’s home cooked meals sent over. He’s very good at cooking, better than I am.”
I hand him the gift bag, and his sagged, wrinkled eyelids rise. “There is a bottle of Macallan Fine Oak 18, and a new flask that I had engraved. I also got you some chocolate truffles, a new belt, and a shirt.”
“You’re a sweet wee lassie, and Eleanor would be so proud of you. Thank you, sweetheart. Perhaps I’ll wear it to this chess club in the village,” he adds, looking in the gift bag. He shakes his head when he sees Doris tearing into the daily newspaper. “Oh, I give up. I hope you’re taking her with you,” he complains as I pick up the shredded paper and tell Doris off for being naughty.
Leaving Lucca to chat with Mr. Carlin, I lift his meal out the freezer and make him tea. After saying our goodbyes, we head home and spend hours packing my things, only stopping to grab a quick sandwich at lunchtime. I slump back on the bed, absolutely exhausted after such a busy weekend and travelling last night.
“Are you ready to go? I will make us some dinner,” Lucca suggests.
Yawning and stretching, I nod. “I can’t get up. I’m so tired.”
Lucca leans over and kisses my lips, then trails his fingers up the inside of my sun-kissed legs and under my miniskirt to cup my sex, giving me a tease of what will come tonight.
Giggling, I say, “Okay, point made, Mr. Caruso. I’m getting up, but I will expect lots of TLC.”
“Oh, you will get more than that. Trust me.”
Chapter 2
The Tour
Grabbing my mail and keys from the kitchen, I stop in slow motion and feel a nervous, rippling rush cascading down my body, making me a little weak and tingly.
I never thought I’d leave here, and especially not with a man. I thought Hazel, Cameron, and I would live together indefinitely. In my own little world I hoped we would, even though deep down I anticipated that Hazel would move on when she marries Dominic. Yet here I am, taking flight and fleeing the nest.
My stomach knots and I feel a little queasy with apprehension. I actually can’t quite comprehend that this is, in fact, real and happening. It wasn’t long ago that I was an independent woman with rules, boundaries, trust issues, and a whole lot of mental files, and now the direction of my life has changed completely. In theory talking about living with Lucca was so much easier when we were in holiday bliss, but now it’s actually happening, I find it a little overwhelming.
That’s what love is doing to me, confusing me with an array of new uncontrollable feelings I can barely contain.
My new love.
Our love.
The love.
Consumes.
Encases.
Covets.
My needy body and mind.
Love refills my gasping lungs to allow me to breathe. Love lifts my wings to allow me to soar and fly higher towards the light. Love nourishes, protects, and cherishes my inner vulnerability. Love is teaching me to be resilient.
Love is Lucca.
I know I’m making the right decision loving and trusting Lucca, but it doesn’t avert me from my nostalgic notions. Opening the back door, I sit on the back step and look at the small green lawn with the little gnomes dotted about that Eleanor and Mr. Carlin helped me with after a day trip to the Clydeside Garden Centre.
Every time I’m in this garden, I think of Eleanor and part of me feels as if she is present and it makes me wonder if I will still have the spiritual feeling of having Eleanor close to me after I leave here.
This very step is where I broke down emotionally after one of my sessions with Casey, and Eleanor showed me comfort. It was the first time I allowed myself to cry as an adult after holding my tears back for so many years. Eleanor encouraged me to let it all out and helped me feel, and for that I will always be
I hand him the gift bag, and his sagged, wrinkled eyelids rise. “There is a bottle of Macallan Fine Oak 18, and a new flask that I had engraved. I also got you some chocolate truffles, a new belt, and a shirt.”
“You’re a sweet wee lassie, and Eleanor would be so proud of you. Thank you, sweetheart. Perhaps I’ll wear it to this chess club in the village,” he adds, looking in the gift bag. He shakes his head when he sees Doris tearing into the daily newspaper. “Oh, I give up. I hope you’re taking her with you,” he complains as I pick up the shredded paper and tell Doris off for being naughty.
Leaving Lucca to chat with Mr. Carlin, I lift his meal out the freezer and make him tea. After saying our goodbyes, we head home and spend hours packing my things, only stopping to grab a quick sandwich at lunchtime. I slump back on the bed, absolutely exhausted after such a busy weekend and travelling last night.
“Are you ready to go? I will make us some dinner,” Lucca suggests.
Yawning and stretching, I nod. “I can’t get up. I’m so tired.”
Lucca leans over and kisses my lips, then trails his fingers up the inside of my sun-kissed legs and under my miniskirt to cup my sex, giving me a tease of what will come tonight.
Giggling, I say, “Okay, point made, Mr. Caruso. I’m getting up, but I will expect lots of TLC.”
“Oh, you will get more than that. Trust me.”
Chapter 2
The Tour
Grabbing my mail and keys from the kitchen, I stop in slow motion and feel a nervous, rippling rush cascading down my body, making me a little weak and tingly.
I never thought I’d leave here, and especially not with a man. I thought Hazel, Cameron, and I would live together indefinitely. In my own little world I hoped we would, even though deep down I anticipated that Hazel would move on when she marries Dominic. Yet here I am, taking flight and fleeing the nest.
My stomach knots and I feel a little queasy with apprehension. I actually can’t quite comprehend that this is, in fact, real and happening. It wasn’t long ago that I was an independent woman with rules, boundaries, trust issues, and a whole lot of mental files, and now the direction of my life has changed completely. In theory talking about living with Lucca was so much easier when we were in holiday bliss, but now it’s actually happening, I find it a little overwhelming.
That’s what love is doing to me, confusing me with an array of new uncontrollable feelings I can barely contain.
My new love.
Our love.
The love.
Consumes.
Encases.
Covets.
My needy body and mind.
Love refills my gasping lungs to allow me to breathe. Love lifts my wings to allow me to soar and fly higher towards the light. Love nourishes, protects, and cherishes my inner vulnerability. Love is teaching me to be resilient.
Love is Lucca.
I know I’m making the right decision loving and trusting Lucca, but it doesn’t avert me from my nostalgic notions. Opening the back door, I sit on the back step and look at the small green lawn with the little gnomes dotted about that Eleanor and Mr. Carlin helped me with after a day trip to the Clydeside Garden Centre.
Every time I’m in this garden, I think of Eleanor and part of me feels as if she is present and it makes me wonder if I will still have the spiritual feeling of having Eleanor close to me after I leave here.
This very step is where I broke down emotionally after one of my sessions with Casey, and Eleanor showed me comfort. It was the first time I allowed myself to cry as an adult after holding my tears back for so many years. Eleanor encouraged me to let it all out and helped me feel, and for that I will always be
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