Healing Broken Hearts

Do You Speak French?

(one month later)

~Charlie~

Nick and I are cuddling on his bed after a very intense make out session that resulted in us both pleasuring ourselves again. We've done this many times now and every time it gets more heated and I gain more confidence. This time we were so close I could feel his tip occasionally rub against mine sent me into an absolute frenzy.

"Char..." Nick says quietly, still slightly breathless.
"Yeah?" I ask, pressing a soft kiss into his neck.
"I have to go to Paris for four days at the start of the Christmas holidays to visit my dad." He says, stroking my arm.
"Oh," I say, feeling a pang of sadness. "Does he live there?"
"Yeah, he's French."
"You're dad's French?!" I ask, suddenly sitting up.
"Yes." He giggles.
"Do you speak French?" I ask a little too excitedly.
"Oui je le fais." He says with a French accent and a slight smirk and I stare at him with my mouth dropped open.
"Oh my god..." I breathe. "Do it again!" I say enthusiastically, bouncing on the bed.
"Charlie..." He giggles affectionately, pulling me back down into a cuddle.
"Pleeeeease." I beg him innocently.
"Mon amour." He whispers in my ear, his voice low and deep and I shiver.
"That's the sexiest thing I've ever heard." I giggle.

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When Nick left I googled what he had said in my ear... My love... He called me his love... My heart starts to race and my palms sweat, maybe I'm reading too much into this. I did put him on the spot after all, but he could have said anything and it wouldn't have mattered because I wouldn't have known what he was saying... But he whispered my love into my ear...

Does he love me?!

I sit on my bed and wonder if I should ask him about it. Or maybe I really am reading too much into this and he just said it as a term of endearment.

I had been so distracted by his French that I had almost forgotten the fact that he's going away in a week and I won't see him for four days. I'm going to miss him so much. We've seen each other every day since he first kissed me and more or less every day before that. Am I still going to be able to call him if I need him?

(Eight days later)

And just like that, Nick's gone. I feel empty and so lost without him. I can't even talk to my friends about it because they still don't know we're dating. We spent as much time together as possible before he left but it was tainted with a slight sadness as the day he was leaving quickly approached.

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"You okay?" Elle asks as we sit in Tao's bedroom waiting for him to choose a film.
"Yeah." I lie.
"He'll be back before you know it." She whispers softly and I stare at her with wide eyes.

Does she know?!

I feel tears begin to prickle behind my eyes and I quickly excuse myself to go to the toilet. As soon as I'm in there tears start to stream down my face. I pull out my phone and to call Nick, praying that he'll answer.

"Hi." I feel a wave of relief when I hear his voice.
"Nick..." I whisper.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?" He asks, sounding worried.
"I just... I miss you..." I say quietly.
"Oh Char, I miss you too." He says gently.
"I just wanted to hear your voice." I say, my voice shaking.
"Call me whenever you need to."
"Thank you." I say quietly.
"Where are you?"
"In Tao's bathroom."
"Okay, I've got to go Charlie, but I'll call you later."
"Okay." I whisper.
"Bye."
"Bye."