<<~~ Clare's POV ~~>>
He takes my hand and we walk over to his car. Simple, blue Volkswagen Polo.
"This is only a car I'm borrowing from a friend by the way. My Mercedes jeep is in next week."
"Mercedes? I love Mercedes!"
"Funny, your mum loves Audi"
"Sorry?"
"What?"
"I didn't hear you?"
"Oh. Never mind. I just said my friend likes Audi."
He shoots me one of his amazing smiles. He opens the door and I slip in. He's such a gentleman.
He has this accent. Tyrone, Fermanagh maybe? I think it is Fermanagh. His voice is soft, like a lullaby. I feel so safe around him but, weather it's his tall, dark, Northern appearance or something else, I don't feel safe at all. But maybe that's what makes me like him like I do. Because he's such a gentleman but he had this air of mystery about him.
There is something about this man that makes me want him more than I probably should.
"Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?"
I almost jump out of my skin.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you, you just looked like you were in such a daze."
He puts his hand on my shoulder an my thigh.
I look down at it, place my hand on his, my other on his face and, staring into his mesmerising eyes, I kiss him softly.
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When She's Not Here. (Sequel to 'Him, Me and Them.)
Teen FictionI watch as mam walks out the door. "James, Come over to daddy." I look him in the eyes and shake my head. I push my 5 year old sister Ella, behind me to protect her. I look up at Sean, my step-dad, for help. He smirks and walks over and lifts...
