Thirty Eight

Almost half an hour after driving through the town, we were driving onto the estate and I was clutching Nate’s hand as hard as possible, certain if I let go then I would wake up from the dream.

A bed of magnolias laid behind the cypress trees, before folding out into a white, brick path. Two white pillars stood side-by-side at the large, white door, complimenting the peach exterior perfectly. White, wooden shutters were stretched open to all 6 windows facing the lake. But in the top, left corner of the villa and in between two windows, stood a white wooden door which led out onto a beautiful, black, metallic balcony which was covered in pink peonies.

“I feel like I need to pinch myself” I told Nate as he guided me out of the car. Smirking, he shook his head and lent down to my ear. “If you think you’re dreaming now, wait until I get you in bed in a minute”.

Goosebumps ran down my neck as I shuddered in delight. My heartbeat began to rise as a heat formed between my legs. Goddess, I