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Chapter 21: Honey, Honey

«𝘐'𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯,
𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦»

...

Rebecca time travelled not once, but twice.

She barely remember anything about the first one, it was just a massive black void. The second, however, had been magnificent; full of colours and even taking her to the edge of the Universe, to the damn Big Bang. And happened that very morning thanks to George Harrison.

Both felt relieved, complete, mushy, and happy curled up in bed under the soft covers, filling each other with tender little kisses, now there was no longer the fence that prevented it. At least that's how it felt.

That Saturday was the most beautiful day, the sunlight came through the window pleasantly flooding the entire room, a beautiful day of late May.

George crawl over the girl placing a peek on her cheek. "Gosh, luv. I'm hungry like the wolf!" But of course, George's stomach and endless appetite had to be noticed. "Fancy eat somethin'?"

"Something... like you?" Becca teased him with tantalizing eyes and rose an eyebrow. He couldn't help but blush and chuckle.

"Who could say you're such a naughty girl behind that quiet facade, huh?" he said, staring at her with his intense chocolate eyes and still slightly rosy cheeks.

Not many times he managed to blush; George was the one who did that job. So, looking at him like this in broad daylight was a pleasure. Rebecca wished she could take a photo of that little gesture.

He lowered his face to nuzzle it against her neck and leave a trail of wet kisses on his way. "But maybe if you want... you can definitely have a taste," his voice sounded deeper.

"Let's eat!" Rebecca replied cheerfully before succumbing to George again. Her gaze instinctively went to the window and returned to him who with a husky chuckle was looking her as well. "Can we eat outside? In the garden. Please"

George placed a brief but loving and sweet kiss on her lips. "Your wish is my command, my lovely Rebecca"

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Under Rebecca the wet grass lay, the sunlight hitting her fair skin, she was wearing only the pyjama t-shirt and panties, bathing in the sun and enjoying the little picnic that she and George improvised.

The lead guitarist, like her, only wore his white knitted jumper and boxers, letting the vitamin D penetrate his pores. Sitting across from Becca and swallowing down his third mermalade sandwich like there was no tomorrow. Making Rebecca laugh.

Being outdoors, gave the girl the opportunity to carefully examine everything she couldn't see at night. It wasn't much like a house, rather it was a white, one-level bungalow, the garden also had small swimming pond.

"This isn't the flat I visited a few months ago... Right?" she commented, directing her brownish eyes towards the house and its surroundings.

He followed her gaze, swallowed his bite, and nodded with a laugh. "How perceptive, Becca! Ye 'ave a master's degree, right? Now I know why ye 'ave one, clever girl!" he mocked. Becca looked at him unfriendly, sticking her tongue out.

"But that's right. The flat you went was the one I shared with Richard, but since he's already married and the baby is on the way, I decided to find a place for myself." Explained shrugging, he paused lowering his gaze and with puppy eyes looked at her. "I was planning to show you before... but ... since we've been bloody busy in the studio and all tha' ..." he apologized with a pout making him look way too handsome.