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Elowyn and I lay beneath the trees on a blanket. She's on my chest, lying across my body, her hand rubbing my stomach softly. I have my arms folded beneath my head as I stare up at the sky. The sun is setting, making it orange and purple. It's bordering on being freezing instead of just chilly. It's almost November though, so it's not really surprising.
We've eaten and had plenty of wine, I read from a book of poems about love that she had brought with her and she listened intently. Now we are sat in comfortable silence. I've come to love this place dearly. It's in my heart and I know I'll always think of it as our place, even when we inevitably end, it'll still be our place.
I push that thought away and keep my mouth shut. Since our last big fight, I've tried to be better about picking fights. I still find myself making the occasional comment, showing my jealousy, but I try not to be so mean.
"How's your book coming together?" She smiles up at me.
I can't seem to write much now. It's impossible to concentrate enough when she isn't with me and when she is with me, all I want to do is make love or spend every second with her. I've never struggled with writing or finishing books until her. It's always come rather easily to me.
"I'll have it finished soon. Orlando has been asking me lately."
"Has he?" Her brows raise.
"Yes. Not too much, just the occasional phone call. I hate the sound of his voice now. It makes me a little mad how cheerful he always seems to be."
"He's always been like that. Overly friendly." She says quietly, "I guess he's just naturally friendly."
I find myself a little jealous of that. The only thing that brings me any happiness is her and she belongs to him in the simplest sense.
"He's incredibly boring." I roll my eyes, "And so, so dull."
She nods in agreement because she knows it's true. There isn't much to Orlando Johnson.
"I don't really think he means to be boring." She shrugs.
"Let's stop." I sigh, "C'mon, it's getting dark."
I carry the tote bag she brought along with the blanket, wine, and our empty wrappers. I hold her close to my side as we walk. When we're back to the park, where there are other people, we separate. Half an hour later, we're in the warmth of my apartment.
We have the whole night together. Orlando is on an overnight trip away and will be back tomorrow afternoon. Instead of having to rush to fuck her, I can finally take my time. These are my favourite nights, although any time spent with her is nice and enjoyable, unless we're fighting.
