My Fated Ones

hopeful beginnings

With powerful strides, we made our way through the forest towards Winston's home as it tried to recall the novels contents . In the book, Winston was nowhere near as described as the facts before me proved his at least 6'4 and a wall of muscle , the scar on his face doesn't affect his appearance in the slightest. If anything, it adds to the panty melting vibe he radiates , a powerful deadly daddy ! Suck shit miss white lotus if his single. I'm staking claim! He was my bias in the novel, and if his willing, I'd have him again and again and again ...... i squeeze my leg together a little , dam Ari, keep it PG for a moment and think . I just need to figure out at what point of the story I'm in... Has Bai arrived yet ? In the novel, Winston goes on a salt caravan and brings back a fox female.

His solo right now and mentioned his place, not the caravan, so that's a bust , right his age ! In the novel, his 33, so when we arrive, I can ask ? If he is , then luck may be not on my side . Sigh, surely I can keep him please gods I swear by all that is holy, I will treat him how he deserves. As long as his heart is free of little miss indecision.

We arrive at a small shack , simple yet serve its purpose as a place free from wind and rain . Nestled amongst the trees, it's peacefully welcoming . I've never been one for town or city lifestyle think that's partly to thank Grammy for our home was far from civilisation , 30mins from our closest neighbours . Our two person world was removed from the hustle. The air around felt clearer , quite is comfortable to me . This place gives me safety similar to Grammy's , a momentary sting ripples in my heart .

I unfortunately , not gracefully slide off Winston's back staggering a little before standing firm and turning to take a moment to soak in the area, hoping to sheld myself from embarrassing dismount for a second. My skin pricked, telling me his shifted back , I turned to see him standing tall. "GODS his tall" I would only reach slightly above his lower ribcage I contemplated his height forgetting his nakedness until I caught sight of it again , now with the uninterrupted view of all his glory !. My face instantly reddened and felt hot enough to fry an egg on
"W..win .. Winston , to you have a cloth to wear ? " it's a little ...... distracting, " I stammered out averting my gaze

"Hmmm , just a second." Out the corner of my vision, i see him make his way close to the shack , his step pausing his muscles tensed .
"Oh gods, can he smell my arousal! Kill me now, I'm giving off perv energy! " my mind screamed .
He quickly tied a skin picked up from near the entrance around his waist and opened the door .

"Come in , I'll light the fire you'll get ill if to stand outside any longer," then he disappeared inside . I released a quick breath and followed . The interior was basic, a small fireplace area first and a pile of what looks like dry grass and animal hides lay on top of the backside . Clearly screaming bachelor pad for the lack of anything other than a place to sleep . I pinched my fingers and took a seat next to the fire now ablaze my stomach growled, alerting him to the fact I've only had 2 bites of a sandwich all day .
Great embarrassed myself again !

" i didn't bring much pray when I arrived yesterday. I only have deer meat. Are you ok with eating that ? "
I nodded and smiled. " That sounds great, thank you."

He looked at me surprised and picked up a chunk of raw meat, obviously the aforementioned Bambi piercing on a stick, placing it on the flames .

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