| Preston |
Melodious whistling filled the air as I worked. It has been exactly a week since I arrived back home.
Everything since our movie night had been perfect. We were taking this slow, and Victoria's complete obedience had been pleasing to me and Fynn. It had taken a lot of restraint, but I had continued to keep us to practically only hand holding the last couple of days. I wanted to give her what I knew she was aching for- my touch, just waiting a little bit longer before I gave into her wanton gaze.
My mum arrived, carrying the food for the cookout. I rushed to unburden her. “I was about to come get these.”
She smiled appreciatively, as I took the tray of meat, and bags of bread rolls from her hands. I placed them away, a full outdoor kitchen including a small fridge out here.
