It was 6am and I woke up feeling fresh and amazing. Sphe was not in bed and I was a little embarrassed. As I was waking up he came in with a tray filled with fresh fruits, pancakes, and lemonade. He knew exactly what I was craving. He kissed me on the cheek and on the forehead. I was shy and couldn’t stop laughing. He suggested we shower and then eat together. He looked at my body and bit his lips and I couldn’t help but smile at him as I stepped into the shower. When we were done, he held me close to his chest while the water ran down our bodies. I felt at peace in his arms and it was the best feeling I had ever felt; for me it was the one feeling better than being tipsy.

I’m glad I was in the shower because I think I shed a tear, which I didn’t want him to see.

We dried ourselves with his big white towels and went back to his bedroom. I applied lotion to my body and watched him look for what to wear. He began dressing up and asked me which bag to get from the car because he knew I had a million bags from my travel.

“The black suitcase,” I said.

He got back and exaggerated heavy breathing just to mess with me. I giggled and thanked him.

I applied natural make up and wore my short, tight, white dress, my fancy, black, flat shoes and tied a bun in my hair. I felt clean, fresh, and amazing and so did the hunk who was standing across from me.

“You look stunning, baby,” he said and I blushed.

We ate our breakfast and caught up on my stay on the farm side. When we were finished, I took the dishes to the kitchen and he followed me. As I was washing the dishes he picked me up and put me on the dining room couch.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Sit, relax,” he responded and accompanied that with a kiss.

He washed and packed away the dishes and then asked me to accompany him to the store. I was glad to and we headed out.

We bought groceries, handbags, and shoes, and I had my nails done. It was hilarious how he seemed to find feminine products although he was the one who insisted I should get anything I needed, but I think I got carried away.

When we got back to his house, he offered to give me a massage because I had been walking for too long in heels.

“What would you like for dinner?” I asked.

“Anything as long as I get to help you,” he replied.

Sphe seemed too good to be true in my books, but I decided to just enjoy it and not overthink. I poured myself a glass of wine and he had his beer while I grilled steak and made mash and peas with gravy. Wine somehow gave me an appetite and I was starving.

We ate and he helped me with the dishes when we were finished. It was time for me to go to my place because I had work the next day.

We continued seeing other as often as we possibly could for the following weeks and we met up for lunch now and then.

Without labeling things, our relationship continued the way it was and we grew fond of each other. We did most things together and things were fun between us without us having to complicate things.

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