I’m going to cry. I’ll try my best not to but I think it’s going to happen eventually. I feel like crying right now.
I’ve had my head on his shoulder since we sat here, before the flight even took off.
It felt so sad when we left the house. I’d only been there since yesterday afternoon but it felt like home already.
I wanted to drive, but he said he wasn’t going to let me drive five hours two days in a row, one of the reasons being that I’m a bad driver who almost killed him last week.
So we took a flight, a private jet.
I didn’t know that private jets were like taxis, that you can just get on one and fly your girlfriend home.
He said my car would be brought to Kimberley by a driver. So I left it still parked at his house.
He’s a bit quiet but his arms are around me. There are random kisses as we sit. I don’t want to go home. He doesn’t want me to go home, that’s why he came with me.
He was right, now that we’ve had sex I feel weaker around him. I’m not that girl that wanted to fight with him all the time this morning. Now I want to curl up next to him and be cuddly and vulnerable……
It started with me against the wall, to the cinema chair and ended on the floor.
There were two more times after that, when we showered and just before we left the house. But the first one, I still get butterflies in my stomach when I think about it. You know that sound?…that sound that a man makes when he is really enjoying you? He made that sound. He called my name and he looked into my eyes when he came. He made me look at him too when I came. And then he asked me to trust him and told me he loved me.
“Are you really going to the looney house tomorrow?” he speaks.
I was enjoying the silence, particularly because no-one was being insulted.