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officially have no idea where I am.
It’s starting to dawn on me just how big this venture Ben’s undertaking is. Last time when he left he was going to make an album; he was going to be in one place for a duration of time. On this trip they are going to be touring the whole of America. As far as my knowledge goes, America is rather large. Sound Box is going to be stuck on a bus going around it trying to convince people that they are the best British band to come out of the UK since, well, I don’t know when.
My gorgeous Ben is going to be stuck on a bus for his indefinite future. There is something a little sad about that.
My gorgeous Ben is not looking overly sad right now. We have managed to find half an hour of alone time and are sitting together in our hotel room. He has the Gibson across his lap and I am lying with my head propped on his legs as I contemplate the enormity of the situation ahead of us.
18th October
Home.
What a crazy week.
We have a few hours for some quality ‘alone time.’
Ben has a taxi booked for five o’clock tomorrow morning. I am trying very, very hard not to think about it. I have a bad feeling Taylor Swift may return tomorrow. Ben has kept her at bay the last few weeks, but I am sure she is working on a comeback tour.
Five minutes later
“Shall we go to Asda and stock up on food for you?”
“What? You want to go to Asda now? We’ve only got a couple of hours left.”
“Well, I’m worried you’re only going to eat cheese dipped in pickle for the next few weeks.”
“How about no to Asda and yes to getting naked?”
Ben widens his eyes in apparent shock. “Delilah, my mother is going to be here soon, I hope you’re not suggesting what I think you are.”
Oh, God, his Mum.
“How long?”
He looks at his watch for an agonisingly long time. “Forty minutes.”
“Forty minutes,” I screech. “Come the fuck along, Benjamin.” I wave my hand at his clothes. “No time to play, strip now.”
I dive onto the bed headfirst.
“You are so romantic,” he tells me starting to wriggle out of his jeans.
“Better believe it.”
Twenty Minutes Later
Ding dong.
I look at Ben and he looks at me. His hair is standing on end, mine can’t be much better.
“It’s probably a parcel delivery.”
“Probably,” he agrees, his mouth against my own.
Ding dong.
“It’s your mum, isn’t it?”
“Probably, yeah.”
He gives a little sigh and starts to get up before thinking better of it. His eyes flash blue and the freckles crinkle as he kisses me on the mouth in one of his knee wobbling smackers instead. “I love you, Lilah McCannon.”
“I love you, Benjamin Chambers.”
“Ben, Lilah. We know you are in there open the door, it’s freezing out here.”
Damn it.
19th October
4.00 a.m .
“I’ve got to get up.”
“No.” I tighten my arms to make my feelings clear.
“Okay, five more minutes.”
We have not been asleep. Sleeping would have been a tragic waste of time.
4.05 a.m.
“I’ve got to get up.”
“No.”
“Okay, three more minutes.”
I wrap my arms around him so tight that even if he tries to get up he can’t.
4.08 a.m.
“I really need to get up, I have a gift for you and if you don’t let me up then you won’t get it.”
This is a catch twenty-two. I want a present but I also want Ben to stay in bed with me for as long as physically possible, preferably until the taxi driver knocks.
“How did you get me a present, we have been together all week?” I ask.
“I have my ways.”
“Tell me.” I wiggle even closer, if that’s humanly possible, and plant a kiss on his neck feeling the warmth of his skin under my lips.
“Mum and I have been sorting it out.”
“Your mum?”
“Yes, Lilah, are you going to let me out of bed so I can go and get it?”
“Yes.” I release my death grip.
My excitement levels sky-rocket as soon as he leaves the room. What can it be? A small idea takes hold the moment it enters my brain.
It’s starting to dawn on me just how big this venture Ben’s undertaking is. Last time when he left he was going to make an album; he was going to be in one place for a duration of time. On this trip they are going to be touring the whole of America. As far as my knowledge goes, America is rather large. Sound Box is going to be stuck on a bus going around it trying to convince people that they are the best British band to come out of the UK since, well, I don’t know when.
My gorgeous Ben is going to be stuck on a bus for his indefinite future. There is something a little sad about that.
My gorgeous Ben is not looking overly sad right now. We have managed to find half an hour of alone time and are sitting together in our hotel room. He has the Gibson across his lap and I am lying with my head propped on his legs as I contemplate the enormity of the situation ahead of us.
18th October
Home.
What a crazy week.
We have a few hours for some quality ‘alone time.’
Ben has a taxi booked for five o’clock tomorrow morning. I am trying very, very hard not to think about it. I have a bad feeling Taylor Swift may return tomorrow. Ben has kept her at bay the last few weeks, but I am sure she is working on a comeback tour.
Five minutes later
“Shall we go to Asda and stock up on food for you?”
“What? You want to go to Asda now? We’ve only got a couple of hours left.”
“Well, I’m worried you’re only going to eat cheese dipped in pickle for the next few weeks.”
“How about no to Asda and yes to getting naked?”
Ben widens his eyes in apparent shock. “Delilah, my mother is going to be here soon, I hope you’re not suggesting what I think you are.”
Oh, God, his Mum.
“How long?”
He looks at his watch for an agonisingly long time. “Forty minutes.”
“Forty minutes,” I screech. “Come the fuck along, Benjamin.” I wave my hand at his clothes. “No time to play, strip now.”
I dive onto the bed headfirst.
“You are so romantic,” he tells me starting to wriggle out of his jeans.
“Better believe it.”
Twenty Minutes Later
Ding dong.
I look at Ben and he looks at me. His hair is standing on end, mine can’t be much better.
“It’s probably a parcel delivery.”
“Probably,” he agrees, his mouth against my own.
Ding dong.
“It’s your mum, isn’t it?”
“Probably, yeah.”
He gives a little sigh and starts to get up before thinking better of it. His eyes flash blue and the freckles crinkle as he kisses me on the mouth in one of his knee wobbling smackers instead. “I love you, Lilah McCannon.”
“I love you, Benjamin Chambers.”
“Ben, Lilah. We know you are in there open the door, it’s freezing out here.”
Damn it.
19th October
4.00 a.m .
“I’ve got to get up.”
“No.” I tighten my arms to make my feelings clear.
“Okay, five more minutes.”
We have not been asleep. Sleeping would have been a tragic waste of time.
4.05 a.m.
“I’ve got to get up.”
“No.”
“Okay, three more minutes.”
I wrap my arms around him so tight that even if he tries to get up he can’t.
4.08 a.m.
“I really need to get up, I have a gift for you and if you don’t let me up then you won’t get it.”
This is a catch twenty-two. I want a present but I also want Ben to stay in bed with me for as long as physically possible, preferably until the taxi driver knocks.
“How did you get me a present, we have been together all week?” I ask.
“I have my ways.”
“Tell me.” I wiggle even closer, if that’s humanly possible, and plant a kiss on his neck feeling the warmth of his skin under my lips.
“Mum and I have been sorting it out.”
“Your mum?”
“Yes, Lilah, are you going to let me out of bed so I can go and get it?”
“Yes.” I release my death grip.
My excitement levels sky-rocket as soon as he leaves the room. What can it be? A small idea takes hold the moment it enters my brain.
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