Thalia Kennedy is a positive ball of sunshine, she likes dirty jokes and smiling whenever. When she meets a man, the complete opposite of her she immediately takes a liking to him and wants to be the one to teach him how to enjoy the little things i...
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I am a changed woman.
I can now say I've had sex and mean it. I think it was the best I've ever had, well probably cause it's the only sex I've ever had.
I fell asleep right after, He really wore me out but I won't admit that to him. His ego will only get bigger. Although, I've now seen bigger things than his ego.
I woke up before Heath, I sit on my knees and face him watching as he lightly snored. I would wait for him to wake up on his own but I just didn't want to.
"Heath..." I whisper lightly, poking his shoulder. His back was facing me and I see him tense a bit.
"Wake up" I whisper closer to his ear. He opens one eye and clenched the blanket closer to him.
"Are you dying?" His voice comes out raspy but it's just from how sleepy he was.
"No but"
"Then let me sleep a little." He says and closes his eye. That went well.
I sigh and roll back over my side of the bed. I guess if I shut my eyes really tightly I can fall asleep again.
"Help. I am dying. I-I can almost see the light! Heath, wake up." I practically do the best performance of my life and he still doesn't move an inch.
"Heath?" I look over at him, still nothing.
"Well thanks for nothing." I pout my lips and stare at the ceiling.
"Hmm" I only hear him mumble and he falls silent after that.
I try my best to stay quiet and let him sleep and manage to fall asleep myself while doing so. When I wake up again, Heath is the one gone. I sit up and my throat feels dry, I'm thirsty.
I walk into the bathroom and judge my appearance before fixing myself up, making myself all dolled up for the day. I wore my usual shorts and a nice white sweater over that.
"Heath?" I call out for him as I walk down the steps of stairs.
I look out the door to the yard and see the dogs outside. I make my way over there and notice Heath out there too. What a sight, Im starting to like seeing Heath without a shirt on more and more as the days go on.
Sweat dripped down his forehead causing his hair to stick to his face a little, he got on his knees as he continues to dig. His pants and hands were filthy with dirt and I could just tell he's been doing this for a while.
"What are you burying down there?" I ask, apparently startling him because he whips his head back so fast I'm surprised it doesn't break.
"You if you scare me like that again." He looks back at what he's doing with his hands and I bite my tongue.
I turn around to see Beau digging something on his own.
"Beau's messing up the flowers" I tell him and he curses under his breath as he stands.
