you're such a dream to me...
not your typical love story.
inspired by Ariana Grande's r.e.m & the movie Baby Driver.
Chris Brown story ❤️
i suck at descriptions but the story speaks for itself. I PROMISE!
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"Then I had this interaction I've been thinkin' 'bout for like five weeks Wonder if he's thinkin' 'bout it too and smiling Wonder if he knows that that's been what's inspirin' me."
Wonder if he's judgin' me like I am right nowI deleted everything. My socials, my Patreon, my escort services, all of it. It felt surreal, but it was necessary. Now that my truth was out there, I had nothing to hide. I felt lighter as if the chains that once bound me had loosened. Although I wasn't fully healed yet, and probably nowhere near it, I felt safe for the first time in a long while. Not just physically but emotionally. Free in a way I hadn't even realized I craved.
As I glance over at Blaze, who's nodding his head to the beat of the music blaring in the car, I can't help but smile. He's completely immersed, fingers drumming against the steering wheel. There's a calm energy about him that pulls me in. I've never met anyone like him, a man who accepts me, flaws and all.
Since I opened up to him about Travis, he hasn't judged me. Not once. Instead, he's shown me nothing but understanding and patience. Over this past week, we've only grown closer. He seems to grasp the walls I've built around myself, the defenses I put up out of necessity. My scars, both the ones people could see and the ones they couldn't, are still healing, but Blaze isn't rushing me. He's letting me move at my own pace.
Sex, for me, had always been transactional. Travis destroyed any sentimental value of intimacy I might have had. It was strictly business, a void of emotion. But with Blaze... it's different. He's shown me what it means to feel cared for, to be seen beyond my physicality. With him, it's not just about my body; it's about my heart and my soul. He's taught me that intimacy isn't just physical but it's emotional, too. And that's something I'm still learning to embrace.
There's so much more I need to tell him about my past, things that might scare anyone else away. But something tells me I have nothing to worry about with him. I want him to know all of me, to see the parts I've kept hidden for so long. He deserves that honesty, and I'm finally ready to give it to him. Nobody has ever fought so hard for me like this before.
Blaze pulls the car into a spot and opens the door for me. It's a small gesture, but one that feels so foreign and new to me. It's as if, for the first time in my life, I understand what it means to feel special, truly special. I didn't think I deserved that, not after everything I'd been through. Every man I'd known wanted something from me, whether it was money, sex, or status. Even with Kizzle, as much as I loved him and I know he loved me, making things serious with me wasn't his priority. But Blaze... he makes me a priority, and it feels strange and wonderful all at once.
Hand in hand, we walk into the furniture store. Today, I'm helping him pick out furniture, but more than that, I'm excited to help decorate Zyra's room. That girl has become like family to me. I'd already ordered a ton of My Hero Academia and Naruto posters, action figures, and enough mangas to make her room a mini anime haven, thanks to Rabbit's suggestions which I made sure were PG.
