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Authors: Leen Elle, Emily Austen
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I'm here! '
I bit my lip excitedly, but my breathless smile felt slightly sad...I knew this would probably be the last time I heard his voice on the intercom phone for a long, long while. Nevertheless, I decided not to let depressing thoughts weigh me down, and to just make the most of our remaining time together.
I managed to get down the stairs quickly and quietly at the same time - a feat that was near-impossible to achieve - and soon I was out of the main door and standing happily before Connor himself, who was this time dressed in a warmer-looking but still casually stylish fleecy jacket.
The sky outside was a different grey this time; darker, patchier, heavier with the promise of rain. I hadn't brought my umbrella...but what did it matter, anyway? I was going to go to Connor's actual house ...where the man himself lived ! Well, part of the time, really - but it was still quite an impressive thought, considering how ordinary my life was up until a few days ago. I smiled at him warmly, taking in every detail of him so that I would at least have the memories to sustain me during his absence...details such as the way the uneven, subtle light from the sky bathed his fine features with a stormy glow, darkening the faint shadowy contours of his brilliant blue eyes, which were turned a shade of brooding indigo by the thick layer of cloud obscuring the sun. He was a vision, as usual - the very epitome of casual, decadent charm.
I would miss him.
'I know your house is going to beat mine, so I'll only ask conversational questions about it when we get there,' I told him dryly, but with a teasing smile as we walked off to his car. Connor chuckled at this.
'Whatever you like,' he replied lightly. 'But to tell you the truth, I think I personally like your apartment better. It's so cosy and homely...I haven't been in my house here for a while, so it feels a wee bit empty.'
I still bet it's lovely , I thought to myself.
Connor's sleek car was parked closer this time, negligently mounted on the kerb. Like always, I admired its streamlined contours before getting in. This time, Connor pleasantly surprised me by gallantly opening my door for me, making me feel important and quite a bit bashful at the same time. Not many men had opened car doors for me in my lifetime, that was for sure! I grinned at his very gentlemanly gesture, marvelling inside at what a wonderful person he was in real life...
* * *
We drove for some while down busy streets, passing through the more industrial parts of the town I had rarely been before. It was so odd to think that Connor himself actually had a house somewhere so near to where I lived...if I had ever known, I would have been absolutely shellshocked. However, we soon left the familiar parts of town altogether, and arrived instead in a more open area where the warehouses thinned out into barren but peaceful fields, bordered by rickety fencing and bare-branched trees. I looked out of the window in surprise; I would have thought Connor lived in a more urban area. I told him this, and he replied to me with a smile: 'You would, wouldn't you? But you see, sometimes a guy just needs a bit of space ...'
By and by, we pulled into a side road, marked with a "dead end" sign that was partially obscured by the thick hedges around it. Was this the street of Connor's English house? I was beginning to feel rather excited.
We soon arrived at a tiny, slightly overgrown roundabout, and just beyond it was a small lane marked "Private Property". Connor smoothly drove up this lane, and at the end of it there was his house.
'Wow,' I remarked admiringly.
Connor's English house was a charming, brick-walled affair with a dark brown roof and white-paned windows. The knocker on the front door gleamed a brassy gold, and the meticulously manicured lawn grew lush and green around the house. The car crunched its way along the gravel path that ran beside it, and finally
I bit my lip excitedly, but my breathless smile felt slightly sad...I knew this would probably be the last time I heard his voice on the intercom phone for a long, long while. Nevertheless, I decided not to let depressing thoughts weigh me down, and to just make the most of our remaining time together.
I managed to get down the stairs quickly and quietly at the same time - a feat that was near-impossible to achieve - and soon I was out of the main door and standing happily before Connor himself, who was this time dressed in a warmer-looking but still casually stylish fleecy jacket.
The sky outside was a different grey this time; darker, patchier, heavier with the promise of rain. I hadn't brought my umbrella...but what did it matter, anyway? I was going to go to Connor's actual house ...where the man himself lived ! Well, part of the time, really - but it was still quite an impressive thought, considering how ordinary my life was up until a few days ago. I smiled at him warmly, taking in every detail of him so that I would at least have the memories to sustain me during his absence...details such as the way the uneven, subtle light from the sky bathed his fine features with a stormy glow, darkening the faint shadowy contours of his brilliant blue eyes, which were turned a shade of brooding indigo by the thick layer of cloud obscuring the sun. He was a vision, as usual - the very epitome of casual, decadent charm.
I would miss him.
'I know your house is going to beat mine, so I'll only ask conversational questions about it when we get there,' I told him dryly, but with a teasing smile as we walked off to his car. Connor chuckled at this.
'Whatever you like,' he replied lightly. 'But to tell you the truth, I think I personally like your apartment better. It's so cosy and homely...I haven't been in my house here for a while, so it feels a wee bit empty.'
I still bet it's lovely , I thought to myself.
Connor's sleek car was parked closer this time, negligently mounted on the kerb. Like always, I admired its streamlined contours before getting in. This time, Connor pleasantly surprised me by gallantly opening my door for me, making me feel important and quite a bit bashful at the same time. Not many men had opened car doors for me in my lifetime, that was for sure! I grinned at his very gentlemanly gesture, marvelling inside at what a wonderful person he was in real life...
* * *
We drove for some while down busy streets, passing through the more industrial parts of the town I had rarely been before. It was so odd to think that Connor himself actually had a house somewhere so near to where I lived...if I had ever known, I would have been absolutely shellshocked. However, we soon left the familiar parts of town altogether, and arrived instead in a more open area where the warehouses thinned out into barren but peaceful fields, bordered by rickety fencing and bare-branched trees. I looked out of the window in surprise; I would have thought Connor lived in a more urban area. I told him this, and he replied to me with a smile: 'You would, wouldn't you? But you see, sometimes a guy just needs a bit of space ...'
By and by, we pulled into a side road, marked with a "dead end" sign that was partially obscured by the thick hedges around it. Was this the street of Connor's English house? I was beginning to feel rather excited.
We soon arrived at a tiny, slightly overgrown roundabout, and just beyond it was a small lane marked "Private Property". Connor smoothly drove up this lane, and at the end of it there was his house.
'Wow,' I remarked admiringly.
Connor's English house was a charming, brick-walled affair with a dark brown roof and white-paned windows. The knocker on the front door gleamed a brassy gold, and the meticulously manicured lawn grew lush and green around the house. The car crunched its way along the gravel path that ran beside it, and finally
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