I raise my gaze towards the lush green forest and my eyes are drawn to a breathtaking sight. The vast expanse of the forest floor is adorned with a carpet of stunning bluebell flowers. The vivid hue of their petals are mesmerizing and profound; I find myself awestruck by the sheer beauty of this natural wonder.
“Wow…” I breathe.
“It’s beautiful, isn't it?”
Nate's hand clasps mine tightly and guides me towards a vibrant patch of bluebell flowers. We find a cozy spot to rest and lower ourselves onto the soft ground.
Nate leans closer and his lips meet mine in a gentle, yet passionate kiss. Our eyes lock in a meaningful gaze and I feel a rush of emotions that leaves me momentarily speechless.
Nate holds me close with a comforting embrace, his arms feel warm and secure around me. “I can relate to the loss of your dad, Tessie. I know how it feels to lose a parent. My mother is practically gone,” he says softly with empathy.
I look at him, confused for a moment, and query, “Practically gone?”
As Nate gazes down at the delicate bluebells, I notice a hint of sadness flickers across his face, yet he remains stoic. It's as if he's trying to conceal his emotions, but I can sense that he's struggling. Finally, he musters the strength to speak, “My mom has Alzheimer's; she doesn't know who I am anymore. She doesn't remember she has a son. It breaks me every time I see her. I had to put her in a care home for her safety.”
My arms wrap tightly around Nate, holding him close. My heart aches for him. With empathy, I say, “Oh, Nate, I am deeply sorry. I can only imagine how tough it must be for you.”
Nate turns his gaze toward me and offers a gentle smile. "It has been quite a few years now,” he says, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. “I have grown used to her not recognizing me. But let's not dwell on that.”
I gently press my lips against his warm cheek, holding him close. “I'm always here for you, baby,” I whisper, reassuring him that he can count on me whenever he needs support.
He whispers, “You have me, too, Tessie. I’m yours.”
The sun's rays gently peek through the trees, illuminating every strand of Nate's hair, and I can't help but admire him. His dark blond hair looks perfectly styled and his eyes twinkle in the light. However, it's his tattooed arms that really catch my attention. Each design is unique, and as I observe them, I can't help but wonder about the stories behind them.
We hold each other as the sweet fragrance of bluebells fills the air, surrounding us with its floral essence. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, cherishing this moment of warmth and tenderness.
I decide to straddle Nate's lap. We meet once again and lock ourselves in an embrace. Our lips touch and we start kissing with passion. He gently brushes my hair behind my ears and I let out a little moan.
My lips part to ask, “Are you okay with me being with Cain and Mike?”
Nate gently touches my chin and tilts my head upwards. He looks me in the eyes and speaks softly, “I don't have a problem sharing with them. I trust they will treat you with the same respect and care I do.”
I glance at him and a smug smile creeps up on my face.
“Plus, I love watching them fuck you,” he whispers in my ear.
I can’t help but let out a giggle and feel my cheeks turn red.
“I want to fuck you right here in this forest, baby,” Nate breathes.
I instantly get turned on and fist his flannel shirt on either side.
Suddenly, the moment is interrupted as his phone starts ringing. I jump off his lap and he quickly pulls it out of his pocket to answer it.
“Hello? No, we haven't gotten lost and are on our way back,” Nate scoffs before hanging up.
He tucks his phone back into his pocket, rises from the ground, and extends his hand to help me stand up. With a smirk, he quips, “Looks like Cain's worried we got lost, huh?”.
We finally reach Nate's place and I can’t help but feel a sense of relief. But as we start driving up the pebble path, I notice something is off. Looking ahead, I see Cain and Mike standing in front of the door with a blond woman in front of them, visibly angry and throwing her arms in the air. Nate's face looks shocked and he immediately turns to me, his voice laced with concern, “Oh, fuck. Stay in the truck, Tessie.”
“What’s going on?” I ask.
Nate ignores my question, jumps out, and strides towards the group of three. Intrigued, I open the window just enough to eavesdrop on their conversation. My attention is immediately drawn to the stunning blond woman in the group. Her flawless complexion, slender frame, big boobs, and perfectly aligned teeth leave me in awe.
“There you fucking are! Two months…Two months you have ghosted me,” she screams in Nate's face.
“Celeste, I told you I do not want more from you,” Nate states.
She moves closer to Nate while Cain and Mike follow her. She lets out a piercing scream, her voice laced with anger and hurt. “I can't believe I wasted nearly a year of my life on you,” she cries out, her eyes blazing with fury. “Is this how you are gonna treat me?”
Nate's voice is soft and gentle as he speaks to Celeste, placing his hand gently on her shoulder. “We were never anything serious, Celeste. I made that abundantly clear right from the start.” His words are firm, but kind, as if he doesn’t want to hurt her.
“You asshole! Why can’t you love me!” Celeste screams.
“I never have or will, Celeste. You know this,” Nate says, removing his hand from her shoulder.
I gaze upon the scene before me, feeling a jolt of shock and uncertainty. Should I exit the truck and confront them? But before I can make a decision, Cain's voice cuts through the tension, addressing Celeste with a hint of disdain. “Get back in your car, Celeste,” he says with a sneer. “You look awfully needy.”
Mike slaps Cain's arm, giving him a warning look.
Celeste's eyes are brimming with tears as she gazes at Cain, her expression conveying a deep emotional turmoil.
“You can shut the fuck up, Cain. I know you have always wanted me,” she gloats.
I am in complete disbelief. I am shocked, questioning whether I am just one of many girls.
