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After our Lunch, we got back into my car, and I drove us over to this little secluded park right outside London.
"I know I said I'd show you around London, but this is my favorite spot in all of England, and we're right outside London, so I personally think it counts." I say, parking the car on some gravel as I got out and opened the trunk.
"That's fine Belle, I just want to spend time with you." he replies, helping me grab the blankets and pillows.
"Alright lover boy, follow me." I grab his hand, pulling us through the grass to this tree I like to sit under.
"This place is beautiful Belle." he says, looking around as I put down a blanket so we could lay on and some pillows so we could get comfortable.
"I come here to think sometimes, someplace I only know, or well now we only know." I say as we begin to sit down on the blanket.
"Somewhere only we know, like the song." he laughs, looking over at me.
"Yea." I reply, turning my head to look over at him.
We stare at each other for a moment, soaking it up as his eyes falter from my eyes to my lips for a second.
"You make it impossible sometimes Belle." he whispers, slowly leaning in.
"Make what impossible?"
"To resist you." he mumbles.
"Then don't." I reply, leaning in entirely until our lips lock together again.
My hands find their way into his hair as his find their way to my hips, pulling me onto of him as the deep deepens every second.
My lips fall to his neck, knowing he loves neck kisses, I exaggerate it a little bit, slightly nibbling on his skin.
His head falls back, giving me more space as his hands pull us even closer. After attaching our lips one more time, I pull away, placing my head into the crook of his neck.
"I have never met anyone like you Belle." he says, running his hand up and down my back.
"I hope that's a good thing." I laugh, pulling my head away so I could look at him.
"It always is when it comes to you." he says.
I pretend to understand as he lays back, bringing me down with him, causing us to cuddle as I lay on top of him.
"Tell me your favorite memory." I say, my fingers tracing shapes on his chest.
He stays silent for a moment, clearly thinking before he answers. "One time, right before one of my most important karting races that would help me get into F4, my entire family came to my house, my mom cooked my favorite food, and my siblings and cousins played all my favorite games with me."
