“No, it’s just...I want to. I really, really do. It’s my dream. I’m just not sure if I can cope with all the touching and the physical aspects of it. Hell, I collapsed from exhaustion earlier over nothing,”
“Babe, I’m scared too,”
“Why you’ve done it before?”
“With women, not men. And I get it, we both hate being touched by others and we hate noise and everything else that can annoy us. So, when you’re ready, we’ll just take it slow and see how it goes. Daniel, I love you so relax,”
I gave him another quick kiss.
Then Harrison replied: “We aren’t trying it tonight. I’m too tired,”
Then he simply walked away.
CHAPTER 15
Looking out over all the little stone buildings and thatch houses of the city and columns of smoke rising out of the majority of them. Alessandria sat out on the little balcony, with its waist-high stone pillars and guard rail and little marble squares acting as the floor, enjoying the sight of the city. Whilst the morning sun shone blood red as it continued to rise.
As she focused on the beauty of the clouds turned blood red by the sunlight, her hands stretched over to the small white table next to her filled with a few sweet Iced pastries and slices of toast.
Turning to look at the table, Alessandria picked up a small silver table knife and spread some butter on her toast. The sound of the knife scratching the bread almost echoing on the smooth castle walls behind her.
The sound of a dropped knife hitting a fine china plate reminded Alessandria of Hellen's presence. She wasn't sure who's idea it was to have such a posh and noble breakfast together on a castle balcony but they needed to do it more often. Alessandria thought as the buttery taste of the toast filled her mouth.
Looking at Hellen, Alessandria considered what she usually ate for breakfast. Scraps? Despite being good friends for at least two years, they never had met much before ten in the morning. Alessandria thought that was down to Hellen's busy male schedule, but who knows?
Whatever the answer Alessandria needed to make sure this happened again. For it had been a great two hours of talking, catching up and just being friends whilst they waited for Nemesio to return from the Serpent gang.
Of course, she had thought the old lady requesting his presence at the break of dawn was odd but she only knew this because Nemesio had left her a note. At least she got a bit of free time to just be a friend.
Although, as far as the note Nemesio left was concerned, Alessandria was far more interested in the fact that Nemesio had made it clear he didn't want to disturb her sleep. Did he really care about her that much? He was a former Inquisitor, he was used to disturbing people. He used to do it for a living. Was this him changing or did he care about her?
The delicious smell of sweet fruity buttery pastries made Alessandria return from her thinking as she saw Hellen feast on a few pastries. Smiling as she did so.
“Enjoying the breakfast,” Alessandria asked.
“Yea, this is great. Is this how the nobility normally eats?”
“Most days, yes,”
Hellen nodded her approval as she ate another pastry.
“How comes we’ve never had breakfast together before?” Alessandria asked.
“I don’t know but I want to. Especially, if ya serve food like this!”
“What do you normally eat?”
Hellen was about to speak before she closed her mouth to finish chewing a piece of chunky strawberry jam.
“Normally, I eat toast or leftovers from the night before,”
Alessandria nodded, wishing that her friend ate better.
“So, Nemesio was staring at ya last night,”
The Dominicus Procurator smiled and rolled her eyes.
“Not you too. Daniel asked me if I found Nemesio attractive,”