57. We Need to Talk

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Turns out I have been to Conwy Castle before but that was ages ago when I was just a young boy. My parents took me there one weekend. I wasn't old enough to appreciate the beauty and history of the landmark but I'd love to go back someday. Just not today.

Clara was lying naked beside me with the covers pulled over her body. She was tired from the physical exertion. We were like rabbits having been at it last night and again this morning. She had actually fallen asleep and I didn't want to wake her. But as much as I'd love to lie here all day in her company, we had to pack our things and check out of the bed and breakfast.

I pushed the sheets aside and sat up. The old bed creaked under my weight and I went to find my clothes and underwear which I discarded in a haste. I managed to find Clara's bra and underwear and picked them up, placing them on the bed. She looked incredible last night and I couldn't help but remember removing them off her body last night. The way she turned so red and used her hands to cover her body but I leant in to kiss her and told her how beautiful she was.

Surprisingly, I wasn't Clara's first time and it honestly didn't bother me. The last thing I wanted was to teach someone but I took things slow with her since she said it's been a while. Sex brought an intimacy that wasn't there before. It wasn't just lust but a physical and emotional connection between us.

I went to the bathroom, got ready, and took a quick shower. It wasn't until I emerged that I saw Clara had put her clothes back on. Even though she just woke up, she looked angelic and very sleepy. I walked up to kiss her on the cheek and ruffled her hair playfully.

"Mornin' sleepyhead. If you hurry, we'll be able to catch breakfast still," I told her.

She smiled and grabbed her stuff, heading towards the bathroom. I took the opportunity to gather all my things. The nice thing about a weekend getaway is that I didn't pack much in the first place so there wasn't much to pack. My bag was packed and ready to go and I tried to gather Clara's things while she took a quick shower. She came out of the bathroom and saw that I had all her stuff on the bed and thanked me. Once we were both packed, we left our bags in our room and went down for a late breakfast. Our host didn't mind though and gave us two heaping plates of the classic English breakfast. Clara struggled to finish her food so I helped finish hers.

We could've gone to Conwy Castle if we wanted to but decided not to as we wanted to go home and get ready for Monday. Since I'm done with all my exams, I don't have anything going on but Clara has work the next day. It was strange having all this free time. I'd rather be working but I'm still waiting to hear back from all the companies I've applied to. We checked out of the bed and breakfast and packed our bags in the boot of the car. I had a quick cigarette before getting in the car and making our way back home.

Clara looked out the window when we drove through the neighborhood roads. I can tell she's fond of this place and would like to go back and properly explore it someday. She loves looking at the houses. It wasn't until we were on the A55 that she finally leant back in her seat and turned on the radio. There wasn't any traffic going back which was great.

I parked the car in her driveway and opened the boot. Clara tried to carry her own bag but I carried it for her to the front steps. She took her keys out to unlock the door and pushed the door wide open so I could step in. Her mum was in the kitchen as always.

"The both of you are back so soon! How was your trip?" she asked, drying her hands on a towel.

"It was great!" Clara explained. "It was too cold to swim but we walked along the beach and they've got this pier...." Clara excitedly went on, following her mum into the kitchen.

"Clara, I'll put this in your room," I said, holding up her bag and she nodded her head and continued talking. It wasn't until I reached the second floor that I came across her dad in the hallway. "Hello Mr. Jones."

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