𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ; 𝟸𝟶 ; 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚕

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ; 𝟸𝟶 ; 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚕

Dear, Lawrence January 4, 1889

You're the love of my life Lawrence. Every day I desire to say it. Every day I think about you, about your soft womanly skin, your goddessly figure. You infect my brain daily.
Now, I can only hope that I don't keep thinking about my sight as I have been. The sight of you, the feeling of delicate skin as I slid your panties down your warm body. Your humidity, your desire, your body.
I do not lust for you solely. I know the problems in my ways. But, how I feel is truly out of love. Every part of you ignites a light in me I did not understand before. I'm obsessed with you.
The amount of self control I had yesterday will not last forever, but my need to protect you will. We will see. I will try to be strong for you, for us. I will not use you, even if I desire to. I will find other means, even if it was supposed to be you.

All of my love, Tate.

𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸

It's been a month since I first started dating Tatum. Of course it's still a little secretive. We can't kiss or hug in front of everybody, but he's gotten confident enough to fix my hair whenever he sees me. I think it's just a way to touch my neck and remind me he cares. I hate when most people touch my neck, but not him. He's different.
"Lawrence you dumbass it says to add lentils before not after! It's my grandmas recipe how can you mess something that easy up! She was an old lady she couldn't do much!"
"Oh shut up you can't even bake a cake let alone make a buttercream frosting!"
"Yeah but I can make this you idiot!" He says, pushing me out of the way and stirring for me , kissing the top of my head.
"Ugh... I have to go anyway. My dress takes an hour to put on and mother only helps Pres and not me." I groan.
"No!" He begs, turning to me and taking the food off the small flame. "Will you please stay and watch me get in my suit. I want to see your reaction! It's so beautiful I promise. I'll go and help you put on your dress after wards! I want to see you! I'm so busy during balls and I want to see your beautiful dress. Please?" He begs and I furrow my eyebrows, "Fine."
He smiles, rushing up the stairs and going into his room with me. He rips off all layers of shirt he was wearing and reveals his toned abs, I swallow. He throws on a black silk undershirt and puts on a black vest over it. He then puts on black pants and tops it all off with a black trench coat.
     I swallow, walking up to him and trailing my finger along the lines and stitches of his suit. He grabs onto my waist, kissing my cheek and down my jaw and down my neck.
     "I could undress you and dress you right here." he mumbles with a smirk as he kisses my neck. I wrap my arms around his head and laugh, "you couldn't.." I mumble as his mouth goes down my bare chest to the place where my fabric met my brassiere.
     He kissed down my cleavage, but as I was still in a day dress, switched to my arms and kissed up and down them.
     "you're perfect, I wish we had time to talk more before the ball, Darling."
      I shake my head, "it's ok, we have after the ball, and the rest of our lives." I say with a laugh.
     I grab his face and kiss his lips, "I must go now, come with."

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     He tightens my corset one last time and reties it as we sit in the carriage. It comes to a stop and he gets out before me, offering his hand to help me out, and when I take it he looks at our hands and smiled.
     We soon have to drop them, but I still carry his arm as we walk in. People look at us, I mean I was with the most desired man here. Ladies found him beautiful and men wanted to invest or deal with Tatum's business.
     I walked away from him as he started talking to some men, going and saying hi to some of the ladies I am supposed to like. I don't like them very much though.
     Presley should be here since she's still searching for a husband, publicly at least. I believe she's getting serious with Koremen. I need to keep track of that.
     I don't see her though, so after making a roundabout around the ball I decide to go back to Tatum. A man grabs my wrist as I turn to leave though, turning me to him.
     "Oh sorry did you need me-?" I ask but he cuts me off. "I'm Cheltin, sweetheart. You remember me, right?" His voice was deep, smooth, almost jarring.
     I let out a deep sigh, "You scared me! I thought I was in trouble!"
    "Oh love, you're not. I just wanted to say hello because I must talk to the most beautiful woman I've ever met... shouldn't I?"
     "Yes.." I laugh lightly, slightly uncomfortable.