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Precious?”
Blush.
    “ Perfect,” he
leans forward and kisses the corner of my mouth. “Cute and sexy and
so bloody pretty I just want to eat you.”
    “ You just
did,” I blurt without thinking and hang my head in
shame.
    He throws his head back and
laughs, his arms coming around my neck and pulling me to him over
the console. Kissing my hair he pulls back and makes eye contact
once more. “Did I tell you I’m fucking ecstatic I gave my heart to
you on the beach that day?”
    “ You might
have mentioned it.”
    “ Good,
because it’s true.”
    “ I believe
you,” I admit because I do believe him, maybe it’s my young mind
and maybe his sweet words are in fact tricking me but I can’t help
it and I don’t care. This is the kind of thing you find in a fairy
tale. Not in real life.
    I get that the dating phase is
the best phase but something tells me that this is real and this
will last. Maybe I’m naïve, I don’t care. I’m just lucky to feel
like this. I’m lucky to have Caleb even for a few minutes, let
alone for as long as I have already.
     

Chapter
Three
     
     
    “ You’ve got
paint on your nose,” Caleb grins.
    “ What?” I rub
my nose on my sleeve. “Where?”
    “ Here,” his
thumb rubs across the bridge between my eyes making them cross to
watch his thumb. “Gone.”
    I step back and admire my work,
I’ve painted his bedroom in three different pastel shades, green,
blue and lilac. It sounds weird but it looks amazing. Caleb and my
mum both gagged at the idea but now it’s done I’m sure they’ll love
it. Each colour blends into the next. It’s bright, it’s airy and
it’s perfect.
    “ I love it,”
he gives an impressed nod, admiring it with me. I want to stick out
my tongue and chant like a child, ‘told you so, told you
so.’
    “ How are the
shelves coming along?” He’s been downstairs for a while trying to
set up a bookcase.
    He lowers his head in
embarrassment, “Not too good actually.”
    I laugh and wrap my arms around
his waist, “It’s okay. We’ll do them together in a minute. Go put
the kettle on, I need to finish up here.”
    Caleb is extremely talented
with everything academic, but is entirely hopeless when it comes to
building, skating and even biking. Football too. Pretty much
anything that involves any kind of coordination with his body or
the use of his hands. Not including when his hands are slipping
between my legs, now his hands really know how to work magic in
this area.
    It’s one of the things I love
about him.
    He’s also not the best dancer
in the world, not unless he’s dancing with me and then it’s like
we’re making love on the dance floor.

    I place all of the paint trays
and rollers in the bath and get to work on cleaning them. Once
those are done I head downstairs and laugh when I see the state of
the room. There are planks of wood all over the place. None of them
organised, none of them labelled.
    “ You’re
hopeless,” I snort and squeal when he starts tickling my
ribs.

    It’s been a week since our car
tyre blew on us and I still can’t believe he’s actually staying.
I’m actually stood in his new house, covered in paint with my heart
hammering a mile a minute. I feel on top of the world.
    We have somewhere to play and
by play I mean make out properly. And by make out properly I mean
have sex.
    Caleb isn’t a virgin, he lost
his innocence when he was only fourteen years of age. Apparently it
was messy, awkward, and uncomfortable.
    Also he came in about three
seconds.
    He knows what he’s doing though
and has promised me that when the time comes he’ll take it slow and
make it as painless and as beautiful as possible.
    Just being with him will be
beautiful.
    Even if I’m terrified.

    It seems silly to be scared of
the real thing when we’ve pretty much done everything else over the
past week. Every day he’s made me climax, either with his hand, his
mouth, his cock and at one point his thigh. All were amazing, all
were