"Annie?"
I pulled myself back from a reverie, back to the bed, to my husband, to reality.
"Yes?"
"Where were you?"
He didn't really need to ask. It was all I thought about lately. All we thought about.
I sighed, "I'm sorry, Sweetheart. It's just... We're surrounded by people we don't really know here, which is good, but we've got a year before we go home, which is cutting it close. And I'm not getting any younger."
He smiled warmly, "You don't look a moment older than the night we met." He held up his hand to stop me as I began to disagree, his chestnut brown hair moving gently as he shook his head. "You don't."
I couldn't say the same for Peter. Twenty years dedicated to the State Department had creased his face and bent his once broad shoulders with worry and fatigue. He was still a dashing man at fifty four, but I had been mistaken for his daughter more than once since we arrived in West Africa.
I reached out to take his hand, looking down to stare steadily into his deep hazel eyes.
"Shall we do this? May I do this?"
He gave me a little smile. "Yes."
I took in a quick breath as he lowered his mouth onto me, and wondered, as always, if the pleasure he gave would ever outweigh the guilt I felt in its afterglow?
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Moon Bay // Harry Styles Series #2 - Ghana
FanfictionHarry Styles was deeply affected by One Direction's visit to the slums of Accra, in Ghana. While the band takes a few days off of their hectic schedule to relax at an oceanfront resort, he meets Annie, a regular at Moon Bay Lodge. Could the unexpect...
