Runaway affair

Dog Days Are Over

Dog Days Are Over- Florence + The Machine

Normal POV:

"What do you think about this dress, darling?" Florence questioned to her boyfriend. He sat on the bed, shirtless as he was getting ready much like the blonde.

Ford rose from his spot, awing at how beautiful she looked in the outfit. The dress was custom made, a vibrant pink that sparkled into the light. He inched over in front of her, reaching to wrap his arms around her waist.

"You want to know what I think?" he asked, gazing into her eyes. She shuttered under his gaze, tilting her head to the side in curiosity. "You look absolutely ravishing. I can't believe you're mine" his teeth pearled.

Florence urged forward, kissing him rather hard. Her nails dug into his toned back, feeling his kisses move to her neck. She moaned softly, the words suddenly caught in her throat. "Ford- we're going to be late" the girl managed to get out.

"What's wrong with being fashionably late?" he mumbled, nipping playfully at the skin behind her ear. The ringing of a phone broke the two from their intimate moment. Ford groaned unhappily, wanting to continue. Florence giggled at her boyfriends manner. Her hand reached the phone that was placed upside down on the bedside table.

He watched with curious eyes as she moved across the room. She was seemingly engaged in what the other person was saying, so much so that she squinted her eyes almost to hear better. The man stifled a laugh. He took notice of her mannerisms when she pretended to be all business.

The call soon came to an end nearly some ten minutes later. Ford now looping his bowtie in the mirror while she typed away on her phone. It was silent afterwards. Unusual, for the couple who nearly shared everything with one another.

He didn't want to pry however but he couldn't help be curious. His slender hands fumbled with the silk like tie, not going the way it was supposed to. "Are you struggling?" the girl teased from behind him. 

Hie eyes moved in the mirror from the tie to the bed where she sat. Florence now raised her attention to the man who made a poor attempt to fasten the bowtie. "Maybe" he mumbled, looking back to the mirror.

He heard her footsteps follow closer to him, the heel of her shoes sounding against the wooden floors. She pulled him around, now facing one another. Florence herself, now taking the tie into her own hands to fix it.

"Who was that?" Ford wondered aloud. The girls eyes remained focused on her task, still silent for a few beats. "Cal" she replied promptly but rather quietly. His eyes widened with shock, then furrowed at the thought.

He wished he would leave the two of them alone. After all, Cal had been calling for weeks since the incident. Florence was understanding, knowing how bad Ford's friend had hurt him. "What did he want?" he seethed.

"Nothing, my love" she quipped, hands now flattening out the rest of his suit. "I can't stand him! First he pulls that shit and now he's trying to ruin our lives" Ford spat, angrily. "Honey, let's calm down okay? Breathe with me" Florence tries.

The man complies, closing his eyes to calm his anger. She watches him closely. "I just can't loose you- not again" he sighs. Before she could speak another word, a ping rang out on her phone. "The drivers here" Florence announced, glancing back to him.

"You sure you're up for this? I understand if you're not" the girl checks. Ford nods his head, grabbing the pressed jacket from the bed. "I'll do anything to be there for you" he responds with a shy smile.

Florence is quick to peck his lips, leading the two of them to the car waiting outside. The woman had recently bought a new house, much larger than the flat she owned a few months prior. It showcased everything that she was, luxurious; sexy.