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Authors: Bethan Cooper
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no not really.
“No, but she is the only person who I have seen today and who has threatened me in the same sort of wording. Who else could it be?” He looks around puzzled and shrugs it off.
“Whatever, let them believe whatever they want, I’m with you aren’t I?” He looks at me with a possessive and shy gaze.
“Come here.” He whispers and pulls me into an unexpected embrace. I breathe him in as his arms snake around me, his head resting onto my shoulder. He smells beautiful, like body wash and fresh clothes. He pulls away slightly but keeps his arms firmly locked around me. He lifts my chin to meet his soft green eyes. He puts his lips against mine and electricity explodes throughout my veins. We kiss, our tongues exploring inside each other’s mouths. He breaks off, pushes my hair aside, and kisses my neck, I can’t help but giggle. I try to get free but he pulls away and laughs.
“Ticklish?” He asks, seduction caressing his tone.
“Maybe.” I whisper.
“Shall we test my theory?” He smiles and reaches for me, his hands looking to invade my body.
“No, please don't!” I scream and laugh. I put my hands out in front of me to try to stop him. Of course it’s hopeless, he is all muscle. It starts a chase and we end up running around the front of the restaurant, him trying to catch me. He catches me, but instead of my expectant tickles, he lets my giggles subside and puts his hands on my waist, looking deep into my eyes, his knuckles grazing my cheek. It suddenly turns very serious. He pulls me close and kisses me again, deeply and passionately, like he's desperate for me. I moan as if I have a dosage of butterflies erupt in my body, taking over me.
“We should go to our first date, part two.” He mutters between kisses.
“There’s a part two?” I ask curiously.
“Yes, Ella, are you ready?” He asks, studying my face.
“As I’ll ever be.” I beam at him. He looks at me and he won’t let go as I try to break away.
“What?” I ask smiling.
“Oh, Ella, you look so beautiful right now.” He puts a lock of hair back in place behind my ear and kisses me sweetly.
“Where are we going?” I ask. As we walk, our fingers are weaved and his thumb strokes backward and forwards over mine, it makes me feel safe with him.
“That would be telling.” He looks down, winks at me, and I feel a blush sweep my face. I look up at him and gaze. His beauty is just overwhelming. His brown hair flops against his forehead almost touching his eyes. He is wearing a checked red shirt that is tucked into dark denim jeans and his outfit is finished with some black converse. They look brand new. Unlike mine, which are at least 5 five years old. We arrive at a car I don’t recognize and I recover from my daydream. Where is the Mercedes? He walks around with me to the passenger door.
“This is your car?” I ask puzzled. “It’s different to the other one.”
“Well spotted, Ella.” He laughs. Oh yeah that’s it, make fun of me. He notices my blanched look and frowns.
“You are frustrating, lady.” He smiles. It’s a sports car, I know that at least. It’s blue and has two white stripes that run from the trunk to the hood. It’s beautiful, I’m instantly jealous.
“This is my other car. I have three.” He coughs and looks at me, looking for some kind of answer.
“Wow, that’s quite an amount for an 18 year old.” I joke. He smiles at me and his knuckles stroke my cheek.
“It’s a Dodge Viper SRT10 convertible.” He mumbles.
“Your family must be very rich.” He shrugs and opens the door for me. Whoa. It’s so low and comfortable! The seats feel like they should be in a racecar. I wonder if that’s what this thing is. Either way,
“No, but she is the only person who I have seen today and who has threatened me in the same sort of wording. Who else could it be?” He looks around puzzled and shrugs it off.
“Whatever, let them believe whatever they want, I’m with you aren’t I?” He looks at me with a possessive and shy gaze.
“Come here.” He whispers and pulls me into an unexpected embrace. I breathe him in as his arms snake around me, his head resting onto my shoulder. He smells beautiful, like body wash and fresh clothes. He pulls away slightly but keeps his arms firmly locked around me. He lifts my chin to meet his soft green eyes. He puts his lips against mine and electricity explodes throughout my veins. We kiss, our tongues exploring inside each other’s mouths. He breaks off, pushes my hair aside, and kisses my neck, I can’t help but giggle. I try to get free but he pulls away and laughs.
“Ticklish?” He asks, seduction caressing his tone.
“Maybe.” I whisper.
“Shall we test my theory?” He smiles and reaches for me, his hands looking to invade my body.
“No, please don't!” I scream and laugh. I put my hands out in front of me to try to stop him. Of course it’s hopeless, he is all muscle. It starts a chase and we end up running around the front of the restaurant, him trying to catch me. He catches me, but instead of my expectant tickles, he lets my giggles subside and puts his hands on my waist, looking deep into my eyes, his knuckles grazing my cheek. It suddenly turns very serious. He pulls me close and kisses me again, deeply and passionately, like he's desperate for me. I moan as if I have a dosage of butterflies erupt in my body, taking over me.
“We should go to our first date, part two.” He mutters between kisses.
“There’s a part two?” I ask curiously.
“Yes, Ella, are you ready?” He asks, studying my face.
“As I’ll ever be.” I beam at him. He looks at me and he won’t let go as I try to break away.
“What?” I ask smiling.
“Oh, Ella, you look so beautiful right now.” He puts a lock of hair back in place behind my ear and kisses me sweetly.
“Where are we going?” I ask. As we walk, our fingers are weaved and his thumb strokes backward and forwards over mine, it makes me feel safe with him.
“That would be telling.” He looks down, winks at me, and I feel a blush sweep my face. I look up at him and gaze. His beauty is just overwhelming. His brown hair flops against his forehead almost touching his eyes. He is wearing a checked red shirt that is tucked into dark denim jeans and his outfit is finished with some black converse. They look brand new. Unlike mine, which are at least 5 five years old. We arrive at a car I don’t recognize and I recover from my daydream. Where is the Mercedes? He walks around with me to the passenger door.
“This is your car?” I ask puzzled. “It’s different to the other one.”
“Well spotted, Ella.” He laughs. Oh yeah that’s it, make fun of me. He notices my blanched look and frowns.
“You are frustrating, lady.” He smiles. It’s a sports car, I know that at least. It’s blue and has two white stripes that run from the trunk to the hood. It’s beautiful, I’m instantly jealous.
“This is my other car. I have three.” He coughs and looks at me, looking for some kind of answer.
“Wow, that’s quite an amount for an 18 year old.” I joke. He smiles at me and his knuckles stroke my cheek.
“It’s a Dodge Viper SRT10 convertible.” He mumbles.
“Your family must be very rich.” He shrugs and opens the door for me. Whoa. It’s so low and comfortable! The seats feel like they should be in a racecar. I wonder if that’s what this thing is. Either way,
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