We Made It |L.T|

Chapter Nineteen

September 10th

Louis was standing there grinning when the car door opened, and I still hadn't unbuckled myself from the passenger seat. In order to unlock my door ahead of me, he had sprinted the whole way around the car. Which was a kind act on his part. He looked at me, and my cheeks flushed as my heart hammered. He had a genuine ability to make a woman feel valued and special. His gaze swept over my face, a pattern I've come to notice whenever I would ponder for longer than usual or fail to answer. He would always worry that something wasn't right and that I would spend too much time in my own thoughts.

He was a terrific diversion because he was constantly trying to create new memories that he could look back on. Rather than reflecting on how my life used to be something he had said to me directly and shared. Little things that he wished to improve and make corrections to were the things that occupied his thoughts. His personality seemed to contradict the feelings in his heart, especially in those genuine times that surprised everyone. The deeper than any other gentleness in his eyes.

Louis laughed as he unbuckled me from the passenger's seat when he realized that I had returned from my thoughtful trance. As soon as I slid out of the seat, he reached out and put his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers.

It was midday as the sun climbed higher in the sky, bringing with it the first real heat wave of late summer. The blinding brightness caused my nose to wrinkle as I squinted my eyes to adjust. Before I knew it, Louis had taken off his Ray-Bans and covered my eyes with them. In an attempt to protect my scalp from sunburn, he removed his hat and placed it atop my head.

This was just another kind gesture from him, and it made me smile revealing my dimples, as I looked up at him. His eyebrows shot up in response to their abrupt presence. "Didn't know when I'd see them pretty dimples across your face again." He gushed as we approached the trunk of his black Range Rover. After opening the trunk, he took out the isolated beach bag that contained a variety of cool snacks.

He weighed it in his hand before offering it to me to hold. Which I accepted and held onto while he got the other, which was packed of towels and other beach-related necessities.

Louis stated as much, at least, because I had never visited a beach before. The overpowering scent of salt water and the seagulls swooping overhead soon diverted my attention. We stood outside in the sun today, and the intense heat of California made my skin start to perspire right away. In addition to my bikini, I was wearing sandals. I wore a white t-shirt and light-washed jean shorts with frayed bottoms.

Merely Louis's discovery that I had never visited a beach led to our coming here. After talking with me late yesterday night about some of the sites he wanted to show me, he decided that we would go. I dislike his spoiling me to the extent that he does, even though it's sweet. Not because I'm not appreciative or anything. I'm just not sure what to make of it.

Louis gently planted a peck on my lips to jolt me out of my daze. Which caused me to blink quickly since I couldn't believe what had transpired. As his hand grabbed my jaw and kissed me repeatedly before pulling away, he laughed again at my reaction. "Gotta keep you out of your head a little bit, Darling." Grinning, he took the bag from me and held both of them while reaching out to me with an extended arm. Not letting me assist in any way.

"I can carry at least one." I murmured persistently as I reached for the bag again, but he moved it away. "Athens." He squinted at me, his eyes narrowed in warning. With a sigh, I turned my hand back to my side and turned my head away from him. Because even though my surgery was about three weeks ago, he still wants me to take it easy and insists on it. "Athens You shouldn't push yourself to do things, and I don't want you to." Louis concluded personally, jokingly pushing my hat in front of my face so that it completely obscured my vision.