When up-and-coming model Isabelle meets talented but jaded photographer Milo, sparks fly despite their age difference. Their romance becomes the talk of the New York City fashion scene, fueling rumors and speculation about their scandalous affair. A...
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Finally, 3 weeks later, her jet lag was out of control.
On the way back to America, she had an overnight stop over in Dublin, out of all places, and her old schoolmate from her European exchange, Beatrix, convinced her to go out. So Isabelle roamed the night streets of pubs and pints, revelling in the pure joy of al the young faces around her and all the fiddles and signing in every bar. She downed a couple of Guinesses -not counting the calories - and sang along.
It was all fine and dandy until the next morning when she woke up on only 3 hours of sleep and had to down a quick breakfast of pastry and coffee before her flight. She almost missed the flight, having gotten distracted at an airport gift shop, trying to pick out something nice for Milo. Milo, a man that has everything already, so she knew it had to be something meaningful and special.
Finally, though she was in her seat, and trying to fall asleep. Milo was all set to meet her at the airport and pick her up.
She wanted to see Milo so badly, just that she was scared of seeing him like this.
But luckily, she fell into his arms upon landing and stayed there for the next 48 hours. Stopping only for a quick burger drive in, they drove back to his apartment, where after making love deeply and ravishingly, she fell into a deep slumber at 7pm, awoken gently by Milo coming into bed. Then agian in the middle of the night, around 3am to make love one more time.
Being apart, it was almost like it made them close.
"Did you miss me?" Milo asked with a smile over coffee the next day.
"Of course I did," Isabelle responded, taking a sip of her strong, black coffee.
"That's good," he said in between sips, "that's a good sign. If you didn't I'd be concerned."
Isabelle gave him a playful pat on his arm and leaned in for a big kiss.
She felt alive. And she could feel the bitterness of any remaining pieces of their first fight, fall away at the joy of seeing each other again.
It was the weekend and all they really did was stay in, take cat naps and make love. Sometimes twice in one afternoon. She missed him that much.
