close to my dialling heart

45🌹driving lessons

🎶If our love was a fairy tale, I would charge in and rescue you on a yacht, baby, we would sail to an island where we'd say I do. And if we had babies they would look like you. It would be so beautiful if that came true. You don't even know how very special you are.
You leave me breathless, you're everything good in my life.
You leave me breathless, I still can't believe that you are mine🎶
                      ~Shayne Ward~

DOVE 🕊

"Isn't this too short, though?" I said, fidgeting with the hem of the skirt Xavier had picked out. The black boots and long-sleeved polo-neck transformed my appearance, making me almost unrecognizable. Xavier's gaze lingered on me, his eyes gleaming with approval. "You look sexy," he said, his voice low and smooth, as he reversed out of the parking lot.

The backseat was cluttered with shopping bags, each one a reminder of Xavier's indulgence. He had insisted I buy everything that caught my eye, resulting in a staggering total that could easily be someone's two-year salary. I was beginning to realize that Xavier's wealth went far beyond mere comfort – he was extravagantly rich.

"I think you should have just bought me a car," I joked, trying to sound nonchalant despite the awe-inspiring extravagance. "All this money on clothes seems excessive."

As we reached the main road, Xavier brought the car to a sudden halt. "Come here," he said, his voice low and inviting, as he patted his thighs. I hesitated for a moment, before recalling his fondness for having me sit on his lap while he drove. He guided my legs to either side of the gearshift, his hands brushing against mine.

"Do you really want a car?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement at the prospect. "I've always wanted a 2024 Rose Royce Spectre," I said, my voice filled with longing. "If I could afford it, I'd have bought it for myself," I whispered, "But Nana would have a fit." I was only going to afford that car after I started working. I don't know, three salaries with a loan?

As I chuckled, Xavier snuggled closer, his body warm against mine. But my confusion grew as he began adjusting the mirrors and seat. "What are you doing?" I asked, my brow furrowed in puzzlement.

"Teaching you the ancient art of driving a car," Xavier declared, his voice dripping with nonchalant drama. I couldn't contain my excitement, giggling at his playful tone. "Oh, show me, sensei," I replied, my voice teasing. "Hot." He muttered under his breath. 0

As he adjusted the seat and mirrors to my comfort, I felt his chest brush against my back, sending a flutter through my heart. I nodded, trying to appear calm, despite my growing nervousness.

Xavier's hands enveloped mine on the steering wheel, his chest pressing against my back once more. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he whispered, "Comfortable?" His warm breath tickled my ear, sending a thrill through me.

With his hands covering mine, I felt a sense of security, as if he was guiding me through this new experience. His body pressed against mine, creating a sense of intimacy, making me acutely aware of his presence. I couldn't help but wonder if he was doing it on purpose, or if it was just a coincidence. Either way, I was eager to learn, and his closeness only added to my excitement.

"Feel how I'm holding the wheel?" Xavier whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "Like your grip on my heart." I couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected romanticism, and he joined in, his chuckle vibrating against my ear.

"Gentle but firm," he continued, his tone turning serious once more. "You want to guide the car, not wrestle it." I bit back another laugh, trying to focus on the lesson, but his words still lingered in my mind like a sweet caress.