Please, Remember Me

Chapter Six - Let's Throw It to the Wind

It all blew up after that.

I was in pretty much constant contact with him. We exchanged texts like they were going out of style and my phone was constantly glued to my hand. Almost every day after work he called on either Skype or phone. He was always there and his beauty never faded for me.

He was unreal.

I'd thought Adam was the epitome of male beauty for a long time, but Kieran Smith blew my mind. It wasn't all about his looks or the physical attraction that I now felt towards him. No, it had all begun with just him. His mind still intrigued me, I still laughed at his jokes, I still remembered the conversations prior to seeing his face and hearing his voice. It was just... A lot to handle when all parts came together to make this package of things I adored.

He got a Facebook account so we could keep in contact there too and simultaneously share pictures of our family and friends. I got to see pictures of his unbelievably gorgeous brother. The two of them could have been twins for all I knew. His brother's wife was blonde and beautiful in a wholly natural way, their two kids were little cherubs. His best friend, Conner, was a dark kind of handsome that I could totally see women going for. If not for the main attraction, Kieran.

He consumed me. My every thought and minute.

My people noticed. They got annoyed by my phone, they asked me time and time again who the hell I was texting but I never answered fully.

I was too gone.

The friendship thing went out the window completely. Hell, I was falling so far I sometimes thought it was flying.

He seemed to move away from the friend-zone too and kept calling me those sexy endearments in his rumbly voice. 'Honey' and 'babe' were regulars, sometimes a 'baby' would slip through (usually if he was tired and had a sleepy-rumble going on) and every once in a while 'darling'. My knickers were in a constant state of damp. How could they not be? He was too good to be true. That and I hadn't had sex for about three years. Three very long years. Because one didn't think about men and the horizontal tango when one's family is dying painfully. And one doesn't think about it when they have to deal with funerals and inheritance and paper-work and grief. It just hadn't happened.

But now, yeah not I thought about it, probably more than I should have. It was all a little unreal.

Which was on my mind...

Things like these didn't happen.

You didn't go on a website on your bleak birthday and find a man who had his looks and his intelligence, kindness and humor just like that. Fate and Karma was going to strike down and I knew it.

The question only was ... When?

**

After four months and three weeks of contact, only three weeks of actually looking at each other and speaking over the phone or Skype, he dropped the bomb on me that would change the game completely.

We were on skype, his t-shirt was as blue as his eyes and his reclined position in the light green office he'd shown me by moving his webcam around, told me a story of tiredness and amusement. His arms were stretched behind his head and his palms rested on his neck. It was delicious.

I put more effort into every single chat after that first time.

I did my makeup, made sure my hair was out to there and amazing, that my clothes weren't stained and definitely showed off what I got. I had a lot of it too. I was the kind of girl that was just, a lot. At 5'8" I was already tall and my hair made me noticeable, beyond that I had tits and arse to spare too. I tried to work it in my daily life, but every once in a while I wished I was less noticeable, that there wasn't so much of me.