After our session on the stairs Nate had carried me up to bed and made love to me again, this time it was slow, tender and loving. I honestly didn’t know where he got his stamina from. We had woke and after noticing the time, Nate had flung out of bed, frantically searched the house for his clothes and dressed as he collected every item. I sat on the top step laughing at him as he tried to put his jeans on inside out and hunt for his car keys. Running back up the stairs to give me a tender kiss and saying ‘I love you’ he rushed out the house shouting he would pick me up at 8 o’clock. I made a coffee and sat at the kitchen table a huge grin plastered to my face. I was starting to feel that my life had finally taken a massive turn for the better. I loved Nate so much it could be devastating but the love he returned, took away some of the pain and terror of my life. I had noticed since bearing all to Nate, I had started coming to terms with things, especially with my mutilated body.
