He sets her back on the floor of the large wooden farm house and begins kissing down her neck as she pulls off his shirt in one swift motion. She continues to kiss him eagerly but just as he reaches for the button of her pants, an alarm buzzes in their ear. Kathryn groans and grabs her phone that was lying carelessly beside them on the wood floor. She shuts off the alarm she had set earlier to keep them from staying out past nine and sits up to begin buttoning her top quickly.
"Not again." James groans and rolls over to sit beside her while continuing to try and kiss down her neck.
"I'm sorry but he'll be home any minute." She kisses him one last time before pulling away with a smile. She grabs her jacket and stands up before running to the door of the large, abandoned farm house.
"Kat." He whispers her name in that way that makes her heart leap into her throat and sends chills down her spine. She turns around with flushed cheeks and a small hypnotized smile. "I love you."
She wants nothing more than to rush back to him and continue what they started. She wants to be with him more than anything, but she knows she has to go. She can't let her emotions keep her for another minute because she knows one more minute with him now could mean the last minute she ever has with him. So instead of running back into his arms, like she wants so badly to do, she simply smiles and whispers seductively. "I love you too, Jamie." She smiles knowing she has him and, no matter the wait, she would always be his and he would always be hers. They are in love and the distance and short moments they have together only make them stronger when they are together. They would wait forever if they had to because their love is the kind that lasts forever. She blows him a kiss before turning and running out of the farmhouse and back to her house just a few minutes up the road. He smiles and falls back on the tile flooring, starring at the ceiling and playing their moment together on repeat in his mind.
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Permission to Love
RomanceShe loved him more than the expensive pearls across her porcelain neck and he loved her more than his 1987 Triumph but when society disapproves of pearls associating with motor bikes, Kathryn is forced into a marriage with the epitome of business su...