Perry Clower, a 24 years old British singer, songwriter, musician and famous womanizer, goes on vacation in France before releasing her another album. Around the same time, Cannes Film Festival is taking a place.
At one evening, in some Irish pub in...
I arrived to LA around 9 a.m and even if I live literally 10 minutes away from the airport, the drive took almost half hour, because it's Monday morning and traffics were giant. But as soon as I entered my apartment, I let out a sigh and went for a quick shower.
Now, all cleaned up, I get dressed in a powder pink short-sleeved shirt, it has some funny island relate patterns and it's buttoned. I also put the same colored pants, which look like sweats and the same black slip-on shoes that I had on my date with Lizzie in France.
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It's already after 10 a.m when I'm fully dressed and it's almost 11 a.m when I reach Lizzie's home. I'd be sooner, but I stopped by a flower shop and bought a bouquet of purple calla lilies.
I park my car in her driveway and wipe my palms over my pants. They're fucking sweating as hell. I grab the flowers and exit the vehicle, gripping it tightly. I approach the door and I decide to just enter, like almost every time before.
Elizabeth's POV
"Elizabeth, darling?" I hear a loud voice from the living room and I gasp from excitement.
I hide the boxes that I'm holding to the bathroom cupboard above the sink with shaky hands and I almost run from my bathroom. I notice my girlfriend and I jump into her arms. She stumbles back slightly and catches me, resting her palms under my thighs to keep me in the air as I wrap my legs around her waist. I also wrap my arms around her neck and hide my head in the crook of her neck, sniffling her perfume.
Since I've met her, she's using one perfumes and she always smells so sweet. Like fucking Marshmallow with vanilla and orange scents. I feel something scratching my thigh as I'm wearing shorts and it makes me finally pull away from her neck to look into her brown eyes.
"God, I missed you" I breathe out emotionally before I crash my lips against hers.
We both let out a small moans, not having this feeling for a month. I can feel the tears gathering in the corners of my eyes as we're kissing each other for a few minutes. It's rushed, sloppy, but I wouldn't have it another way.
When I feel the scratching on my skin again, I break the kiss while panting heavily and look down with furrowed brows. A smile sneaks on my face, noticing the flowers in her hand.
"Baby" I whisper softly and she grins shyly at me with some crimson tinted cheeks.
"I thought you'd like them. I missed you too" She murmurs, pecking my lips sweetly and patting my ass as a silent request. I unwrap my legs from her body and she puts me down, bringing the bouquet between us. "For you, my love" She states shyly and I bite my bottom lip as I take the flowers for her and sniff them.
"They're beautiful, thank you, love bug" I say happily and grab her hand, leading her to the kitchen.
Once we're there, I let go and grab a vase from the cabinet. I pour some water and put them inside. I grab the vase and rest it on the table in the living room. As I admire how they look, Perry sneaks her arm around my waist and pulls me into her body.
