'I'd love to, if you're up for it. And if you don't mind lending me a clean top.'
'No problem.' He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, making her shiver, then got up and started rifling through his wardrobe, before tugging her into a hot shower.
It took them an hour to leave the flat.
They had a lazy day full of laughter and intense conversations and kisses, walking Tower Bridge while playing a silly game of
animal, vegetable or mineral
, strolling hand in hand along Oxford Street and popping in and out of shops before dropping down to Piccadilly Circus to share a tasty meal at Jamie’s pop-up diner.
When Nathan took her back to Toni and Christie’s that evening, Sofia knew it had been one of the most brilliant days of her life. He was so easy to be with, and she could be herself with him. It was a shame it had to end, and she felt a weird mix of happy and sad at the same time.
'Night.' He grabbed her around the waist and kissed her soundly. Wiggling in his arms, she sank back against the tall, white garden wall of the gated residence she was to spend her last night in London in. God knew what the girls were going to say when she walked in there after nearly twenty-hour hours of being AWOL. Although, at least she’d texted Tori to let her know she was safe and not to worry.
'Night.' She smiled. 'Thanks for such a great day.'
Keep it light Sofia.
'Yes. I was thinking…' He trailed off, gazing down at her.
'Ye-es?' She bit the inside of her cheeks. Was he going to ask for her number? Suggest they stay in touch? But just because she'd had a fantastic time, it didn't mean he had. Or that he was in a position to offer her anything. It had hung between them all day, what might or might not happen between them after today, but neither of them had said anything, and now it felt too scary to ask him outright. The girl who wasn’t confident when it came to men had made an unwelcome return.
‘Nothing.’ He stated.
Okay,’ she eased back out of his arms. It was time to say goodbye. 'I should go in then. Good night and take care of yourself Nathan. Good luck with everything.' Kissing him quickly she pressed the intercom on the wall and announced herself, waiting for the automatic gate to swing open. Needing the moment to be over. Gutted because the sexiest, loveliest guy she'd ever met, who seemed to enjoy her company and who she loved spending time with and who she had the most incredible chemistry with, was about to walk away.
No. That wasn’t good enough. She’d learnt something from this. Despite her interests and profession, and that in the past she’d been overlooked as a tomboy, she
was
a normal girl worthy of a guy’s attention. Added to which, this particular guy had made her feel special and wanted all day. That had to mean something. She just needed to grow a pair, when it came to her love life.
Just do it, Sof.
She spun around, ‘Nathan, I’d really like it if-,’
'I don't think so,' Nathan said at the same time, grabbing her gently around the shoulders. ‘Sorry, what were you going to say?’ he looking down at her intently, black hair ruffling in the evening breeze.
Scooping in a deep breath, ‘I want to see you again,’ she spilled. ‘What were you going to say?’
His mouth quirked in the crooked smile she liked so much. 'I was going to ask for your number, Princess.'
‘Yay!’ She launched herself at him and kissed him soundly, as he swung her off her feet.
‘I take it that’s a yes,’ he grinned when they broke apart, panting slightly.
‘Hell, yes,’ she said fiercely, before grabbing his mobile from his pocket and tapping her number into it. ‘And if you don’t call me, remember I know where you work, and where you live.’ Her eyes twinkled with mischief.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be calling you,’ grabbing her front pockets he hauled her in for another long, steamy, delicious kiss. ‘And maybe I can come visit you in Bournemouth at some point, maybe check
'No problem.' He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, making her shiver, then got up and started rifling through his wardrobe, before tugging her into a hot shower.
It took them an hour to leave the flat.
They had a lazy day full of laughter and intense conversations and kisses, walking Tower Bridge while playing a silly game of
animal, vegetable or mineral
, strolling hand in hand along Oxford Street and popping in and out of shops before dropping down to Piccadilly Circus to share a tasty meal at Jamie’s pop-up diner.
When Nathan took her back to Toni and Christie’s that evening, Sofia knew it had been one of the most brilliant days of her life. He was so easy to be with, and she could be herself with him. It was a shame it had to end, and she felt a weird mix of happy and sad at the same time.
'Night.' He grabbed her around the waist and kissed her soundly. Wiggling in his arms, she sank back against the tall, white garden wall of the gated residence she was to spend her last night in London in. God knew what the girls were going to say when she walked in there after nearly twenty-hour hours of being AWOL. Although, at least she’d texted Tori to let her know she was safe and not to worry.
'Night.' She smiled. 'Thanks for such a great day.'
Keep it light Sofia.
'Yes. I was thinking…' He trailed off, gazing down at her.
'Ye-es?' She bit the inside of her cheeks. Was he going to ask for her number? Suggest they stay in touch? But just because she'd had a fantastic time, it didn't mean he had. Or that he was in a position to offer her anything. It had hung between them all day, what might or might not happen between them after today, but neither of them had said anything, and now it felt too scary to ask him outright. The girl who wasn’t confident when it came to men had made an unwelcome return.
‘Nothing.’ He stated.
Okay,’ she eased back out of his arms. It was time to say goodbye. 'I should go in then. Good night and take care of yourself Nathan. Good luck with everything.' Kissing him quickly she pressed the intercom on the wall and announced herself, waiting for the automatic gate to swing open. Needing the moment to be over. Gutted because the sexiest, loveliest guy she'd ever met, who seemed to enjoy her company and who she loved spending time with and who she had the most incredible chemistry with, was about to walk away.
No. That wasn’t good enough. She’d learnt something from this. Despite her interests and profession, and that in the past she’d been overlooked as a tomboy, she
was
a normal girl worthy of a guy’s attention. Added to which, this particular guy had made her feel special and wanted all day. That had to mean something. She just needed to grow a pair, when it came to her love life.
Just do it, Sof.
She spun around, ‘Nathan, I’d really like it if-,’
'I don't think so,' Nathan said at the same time, grabbing her gently around the shoulders. ‘Sorry, what were you going to say?’ he looking down at her intently, black hair ruffling in the evening breeze.
Scooping in a deep breath, ‘I want to see you again,’ she spilled. ‘What were you going to say?’
His mouth quirked in the crooked smile she liked so much. 'I was going to ask for your number, Princess.'
‘Yay!’ She launched herself at him and kissed him soundly, as he swung her off her feet.
‘I take it that’s a yes,’ he grinned when they broke apart, panting slightly.
‘Hell, yes,’ she said fiercely, before grabbing his mobile from his pocket and tapping her number into it. ‘And if you don’t call me, remember I know where you work, and where you live.’ Her eyes twinkled with mischief.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be calling you,’ grabbing her front pockets he hauled her in for another long, steamy, delicious kiss. ‘And maybe I can come visit you in Bournemouth at some point, maybe check
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