The day I wrote a song about you

Chapter 46: Emotional

The week passed faster than expected. With everything going on, everything being my new routine and my new moments of relaxation I had to incorporate to my day to day life, the fact that Nico wasn't here was being more bearable.

I didn't like to think it that way, but he was sort of my go-to when I wanted to relax. I would just call him, I would go see him. He talked about his things and I listened, he held me, he kissed me in every place that I allowed and I just felt calm. I didn't have that before, and I appreciated it.

But I didn't have that in me, I didn't like that I had to find it in someone else, that was why I was so glad that I had gone to therapy.

Those little moments where I took a bath, set up some candles, put on some music and just breathed, being present with myself, were the bests. I didn't know I could improve so much in just one week. My fingers were easy to handle, it was my body, I could control them. The dilators were a little hard at first, I was too stiff just thinking that that thing could go inside me. Then I breathed as they taught me, relaxing as I let it slip inside me. I actually didn't notice the first one. I could go into the next one in the same day. By the fourth day, I could easily get inside me one of a normal sized penis. My therapist said I was ready for intercourse.

I guessed she meant to have sex.

Surprisingly, no member of my family disturbed me. I think it was the fact that I menaced with leaving the house the first time they knocked on the door.

Yeah, it was probably that.

I was waiting for Nico at the airport. It was actually the first time that I arrived early to something. I was just so anxious to see him. We didn't talk much and when we did, I didn't want to tell him my improvements since I wanted it to be a surprise. I was ready to do it and I wanted to do it as soon as possible.

I parked and decided to go inside. I knew it would cost me an arm and a leg but I wanted to meet him inside.

I was looking at the arrival times, trying to figure out which plane was Nico's when I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist.

"Hola, bombón."

I turned around and smiled widely, encircling my arms around his neck, kissing his cheek a couple of times. I liked when he talked in any language but I was glad I understood a little bit of this one. I knew what 'hola' meant.

"How was your flight?" I pulled away and examined him. "You look tanned! What did you do?"

"I told you, most of the shootings were at the beach." He grumbled, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. "And I don't look tanned I look red as fuck."

I laughed. "You look cute."

"I wanna look hot and cool, not cute." He mumbled.

"Oh, come on. You know you look like that the rest of the year." I tapped his back. "I brought my car."

"Do you think this'll fit?" He pulled away and we both glanced back at his suitcase.

"Nico!" I widened my eyes. "What do you have in there?"

"I would excuse myself and tell you that they are mostly things for the camera, but I just didn't know what to wear for the trip." He smiled boyishly.

My boyfriend was way more worried about his image than me, that was a fact.

"If it doesn't fit, you're going in the back."

We arrived at the car and I couldn't take my hands off him. I pushed his hair back, I wrapped my arms around his waist, I grabbed his hand. I think he was actually glad we got to the car.