@bradical_movement — Fuck anyone who judges you! You're incredible and beautiful and smart and fun. They're just jealous, Blaze. Of course I won't tag you though if you don't want me to.
The last night was good, but I was definitely ready for it to be over. Especially since I didn't have you to keep me warm in my tent
How was work? Any chance they're sending you near Exeter any time soon?
@shareadsalot — It's actually funny you should ask because I was told this morning that they want me to survey a building in Topsham next week.
@bradical_movement — oh shit, seriously? That's so close it's not even funny! When will you be there? Is there any way you could make a weekend of it? I know I'm failing at playing it cool. Again. But I don't even care that I sound desperate right now.
I shuffle Pickles – who grunts his protest at being moved – to recline alongside me as I turn sideways to lie down and type out my reply, cheeks hurting from how wide my smile is.
@shareadsalot — honestly, you're doing wonders for my ego
And they said I can choose whichever day works best, so if you're serious about me making a weekend of it then I can tell them I'll go on Friday?
@bradical_movement — do it. Book it in now. Come and spend the weekend with me. I'll kick the guys out so we don't have to worry about being quiet
This is either going to be the best or worst decision I've ever made. I categoricallycannotfall for a university student! But a goodbye fling wouldn't go amiss, especially when the sex is that hot. I can feel myself getting wet just thinking about it.
@shareadsalot — it's a date xx
@bradical_movement — fucking sound! Blaze, you've just made my whole week X
@shareadsalot — I've gotta ask, why do you keep calling me Blaze?
Of course, I'd noticed during our time together at the festival, but honestly, I was too preoccupied to ask at the time. I have to know, though.
@bradical_movement — isn't it obvious? You're pure fire. In every way. And I can't wait to have you warming my bed again next weekend
@shareadsalot — I feel like I shouldn't be charmed by that, but I absolutely am. I gotta go, but send me your address at some point and I'll see you in ten days xx
@bradical_movement — I can't wait X
19th May 2023
We ended up swapping numbers and texting daily for those ten days, and it's only now that I'm pulling into his driveway that my nerves decide to kick in.
What if I was wearing rose-tinted glasses, and he acts as young as he is? Or worse, what if he sees me and isn't attracted to me anymore? Oh god, what if his friends see us together and think I'm his mum?!
I'm considering turning my car around when his front door opens and the man in question leans against the frame, giving me a knowing smirk. Damn him. He's actually hotter than I remember. He casually folds his arms across his chest and weenter into a silent stare off, his smirk morphing into a grin as the seconds tick by.
After about a minute, I huff in defeat, unbuckling my seatbelt, and the Smuggy McSmugging gloater ambles his way over to my car, opening my door for me. Somehow his smile grows even wider as he holds out a hand to help me out, and I. Am. Putty. Because no man should be this beautiful. Really, he's a danger to himself and everyone around him.
“Put that thing away.”
He pulls me out of the car and into his chest, sending a puff of his coconut and woodsy scent into my lungs. “It's not out yet, Blaze, but I'm game to start early if you are,” he rumbles.
“Not that, you perv, your smile. It's a weapon of mass destruction and I fear for all of us mere humans in its range.”
He throws back his head and laughs whilst I stare mesmerised at his Adam's apple. “Pure fire, Blaze. Pure fire.” He pecks a quick kiss to my lips that leaves me wanting more. So, so much more.
“What is that woodsy smell on your skin?” I ask, pressing my nose to his neck and sucking in a breath in my trance-like state.
“Um, I use cedarwood scented surfboard wax, so I have to assume it’s that?” A small smile lingers on his puffy lips.
“Cedarwood,” I mumble absently, imagining his sculpted body cutting through the waves on a surfboard.
He clears his throat. “Torbyn and Dave are already on their way to Birmingham for Bournemouth’s match against Aston Villa, thankfully. And they’re staying up there all weekend.”
