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Whether side by side or miles apart we are sisters. We may not be connected by hand but we are always connected by heart.
“Let’s go for a walk on the beach then, Roman Peterson, and I will tell you the story of me.”
“You hurt me, Kitten. I don’t hurt for anyone, but you hurt me and you fucking broke me, and I don’t know if I can take a chance on you doing that to me again.”
I wanna kiss ya, lick ya, taste and fuck ya. I wanna bury myself inside ya, feel that tight little cunt of yours throb and pulse around my cock when you come. I want to hear those little noises you make when I flick my tongue over your clit, but I know, if I so much as kiss you, we won’t be making it out of this room for at least a week. And I know, that I will be wanting you by my side and in my bed every morning and every night till the day I die.
I love the fuck out of you. I will talk. You will listen. We will be together. I’ve waited long enough. No more fuckin’ around, Kitten. This Tiger’s about to roar.
“You’re mine now. You’re fucking well mine. No running away, no leaving. You go, I will bring you back, every time, Kitten. I’ll hunt you down and tie you to my fucking bed.”
“This is what you do to me. I don’t know if I’m on my head or my arse around you.”
“You not gonna shower first?” I ask. He winks at me. “Na, I smell of sex and you. Why would I wanna wash that away?”
“I love the fuck out of you, Kitten. You have the power to destroy me, please don’t?”
“Love me, Cam, please. Forgive me and just try and love me. Even though I don’t deserve you, I want you. I need you so much.”
“But first, Kitten…”
“First, I’m gonna make you purr.”
“Yes, I want to marry you. I want to own you, possess you. I want the whole world to know you’re mine. Like I said earlier, I want a house, a big one and I want to fill it with our children. We’ve both lost so much, Kitten. I’m not losing you again. I can’t. It’d kill me.”
“You’ve never called me by a nickname,” Ashley whines and gives Marley a dig in the ribs with her elbow. “I called you a cunt the other day and you punched me.” My mum spits her wine while everyone else laughs.
“No, I love it. This is the one, Tiger. Let’s turn this house into a home.”
I’m Georgia Rae McCarthy King and this was the story of me, wife and mother of four. I am loved and no longer alone. I’m once again part of an ‘us’ and it’s no longer just me.
