Okay, okay, okay. I'm evil right?! I haven't uploaded since... what.... Februrary 20th! Wow, that's like 3 weeks, I'm so sorry!
I'm not even going to bother with excuses because to be honest the only one is writer's block and that sounds like a crappy excuse I know, but I didn't want to write somethin and look back and think, 'Was I high or something?'
On the bright side, I have written 3,000 words! So hopefully, this should be long!
Anyway, here's the next upload, I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me for my late upload!
Love,
- Bex. 'xo
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“20 minutes until landing, I repeat, 20 minutes until landing.” The overhead voice came.
Amelia turned to James, “Current temperature?”
“39 degrees centigrade, it’s a heat wave.” James looked down at his Smartphone.
Amelia sighed, grabbing her hand luggage, “I’m going to change before we land.”
“Cool,” James nodded, “Blake’s in Bathroom 1 doing the same and Kaitlin’s in Bathroom 2.”
“Okay, see you in a bit, bro.”
Amelia walked into spacious bathroom 3 and locked the door behind her. Lifting the vest top over her head, she slipped on a short sleeved polo shirt rimmed in blue stitching. She replaced her blue jeans with red tied shorts. Her hair was left out, but pinned back slightly and quiffed at the front. She customised the shirt by tying a short black scarf around the collar. Very sailor like. She got out her red lipstick and added a stroke to her lips before slipping her black heels back on.
Grabbing her bag, she left the bathroom.
Blake let out his breath and turned to James, “I can feel the Californian heat already!”
“I know right? I’m sweating and we haven’t even landed yet!” James puffed.
“Hey boys, how long until we land?”
Blake turned to Amelia and choked on air. His mouth was wide open and his gaze travelled unhurriedly over her legs, her chest, up to her face.
Beautiful just didn’t cut it. Stunning. Indescribable.
“What ?” Amelia frowned.
He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.
She laughed, “Speechless, well, isn’t that a first?”
He wanted to rip that cute little sailor’s outfit off, but he clenched his fists.
“Beautiful.” He got out.
“Aw, you’re sweet, thank you.” She kissed his cheek .
He sealed her lips with his, his tongue moving slowly, attentively, invitingly and her hands immediately went up to his broad shoulders, taking strength from his embrace.
Blake sighed into her mouth. Oh, how many nights had he laid awake in those first months, wanting these moments with his lips against hers, her hands and her arms around him. She was finally his, after 21 years, she was finally his.
She pulled away, her eyes meeting his, calm blue with deep green.
“I love you.”
And those words! Whoever knew that those words from her lips could make a man feel so complete?
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Remember Me?
RomansaAmelia Crawford is a high flying business executive. From a young age she has learnt to hold her own in a boardroom full of domineering, chauvinistic men and is often praised for her incredible intelligence, and breathtaking beauty. Blake Goldstein...
