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A date!

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A date!

What the actual hell was I thinking.

Do I want to go on a date with her?

Hell yeah, she look so fucking good in that dress. I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but I had to compose myself because that is not what she wants.

I never asked her what she wanted but I can see it in her eyes. She wants a life that makes it worth living. That makes her feel like she is on top of the world.

I messed up when I said that we couldn't be together. If people found out we were together it would ruin things.

Now she is coming to Scotland maybe things can be different.

"So where are we going," Mia says.

"It's a surprise."

"Why is it whenever you plan something it always has to be a surprise," she says.

"It is better that way."

"Whatever." She turns her head to look out the window.

The place where we are going is pretty fun. It is a clay making class. I talked to Alexis about it and she said Mia has been dying to go since it has opened.

"Wait I know where we are," she says.

"You do," I ask her?

"Yeah, we should totally go to to this clay making class. It's in this area somewhere, but whatever you have planed is okay too," she says.

"Mhm,"

"I'm serious it is so fun," she says. "Well it might be."

"Mia you guessed it," I say as we enter the parking lot.

"Your the best," she says and plants a soft kiss on my cheek.

God, I might have a heart attack because of this girl!

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The instructor spent ten minutes explaining the rules. It was pretty simple don't make a mess. Meaning don't throw clay, in the air, at people the basics.

"Relax this will be fun," Mia says. "Can you tie this."

I quickly tie that apron around her waist.

I get hard just from the slightest touch from her.

"Now please be mindful of your peers and happy building," the instructor says.
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"What are you going to make," I ask mia?

"Probably a vase," she says.

"Why's that?"

"I like flowers and I need to be able to put something in them."

"What is your favorite type of flower."

"Pink roses."

"Well then you better make that vase big."

"Why?"

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