BENNY
Waking up the next morning and seeing his face lying on the pillow next to mine? Well....
....I think Christmas has come already.
Giving him the softest of kisses I take my time sliding out of the bed, so I won't wake him. Norman is exhausted, and I know he loves nothing better than a good old sleep-in.
After the last couple of nights? He sure as hell deserves it. I keep forgetting that he's older than me. Because he can give guys half his age a run for their money I reckon.
I'm not just on a steep learning curve, but more like a loop-the-loop. Norman is a very patient teacher and the single most important thing he's taught me?
Self-control is highly overrated 😉
"Missy....you sure as hell have some imagination. And that ain't a complaint just so you know" He panted into my ear after I collapsed on top of him about two AM this morning.
"Imagination? But I thought everyone does what we just did?" I whispered back innocently, earning myself a pinch on the bum before he rolled us both over and we tumbled into sleep.
Smiling down at him as he snored softly, I grabbed some clothes and head off for a shower.
And boy, do I need one! Apart from being a bit pongy from the build-up of sweat on my skin? I almost slide down the hallway.
'I'll go out to the farmers market while it's nice and early' I thought.
I grab a pen and write Norman a note. Leaving it on his phone because it'll be the first thing he looks at when he wakes.
Morning Superman 😘
Popping out to get veggies and meat for tmoz. Blue towel in bathroom 4u. Have fed the boys, so grab yourself some brekkie. I should be home by ten.
PS. Peek at ur pressies and I'll have to spank you.
Without using my hands.
xxxoooxxx
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Jeezus!
When I open the front door, the frozen air takes my breath away. I had to duck back inside to get my pastry scraper to clear off the frost from the windscreen.
Then I ferry out the few dozen boxes of cupcakes that I whipped up before Norman arrived last night. I'm so glad for all the storage space in Pop's Jeep.
Sorry, my Jeep now.
Poppy and I did another trade when he insisted I keep it. It's basically brand new but he can't drive it now due to his failing eyesight. I finally agreed in lieu of the next ten years of birthday, Christmas and other presents.
I'd started at thirty, but Pops bartered me down mercilessly 🥰
I was sceptical when Norman said it snows in Georgia....not anymore. I drive along at a snail's pace, terrified of sliding off into a ditch if I hit ice.
But the cold weather hasn't kept everyone inside and the Christmas Farmers Market is jam-packed.
By the time I leave with everything on my list, my cheeks have been well and truly warmed up from being kissed. I've gotten to know all Nic & Norman's local suppliers really well over the last few months and most of them have stalls there today.
And the Christmas spirit is truly in force. I found myself staggering back to the car under the weight of my shopping. Plus all the little gifts that had been surreptitiously slipped into my bags.
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