Eli's Point if View(three days later):
I had just finished packing for Italy. I wasn't usually excited for business trips, but this one was different. Emily was coming, and I wanted to make this the best trip possible for my girlfriend and I. Wow, I'm still not used to calling Emily that. I haven't had an actual girlfriend since last year, and I do not want to start that relationship up again.
I switched to a different thought that had been in my mind since I asked her to be with me. When would she want to have sex? Obviously she would sooner or later, she's an eighteen year old girl! Not that I didn't want too, I just wanted to make sure she was ready first.
Funny, I never used to wait for girls to be ready for that. I usually wouldn't have to anyway, but I could already tell Emily was inexperienced. I was so used to having just sex with a girl, with Emily it would be different. There's a metaphor for this: Lust is easy, transparent. Whereas love is opaque. One day you think you see what the picture is, the next it was like it was never there. It takes thought to work out what it is. Lust only needed desire, love needs so much more.
So that was my plan. When we arrived in Italy, there would be a day where I would take Emily. Mind, body, and even soul. I'll be making love to her as soon as she wants me too. It's what you do with the person you love, and although I haven't told her yet, I love her with all of my heart.
My deep thoughts were interrupted by the loud ringing of my phone. It must be Quentin calling me saying he's ready to go.
"Hello?" I ask after letting the phone ring three times.
"Hey, it's Emily. You ready to go?" She asked. She must be with her dad if she's not flirting with me like she usually would.
"Yeah I'm waiting outside my door. You ready to go to one of the most romantic destinations in the world?" I asked. She chuckled.
"Yes I am ready. You know you have the whole flight to talk to me, our seats are beside each other," she said. I smiled as I heard Quentin laugh in the background.
"Okay. When will you be here?" I asked.
"Within the next five minutes. Be ready," she said.
"Sir yes sir!" I said. She laughed.
"Thanks that makes me feel so good. Okay, see you," she said sarcastically.
"See you in five," I said and hung up the phone. I put it in my pocket and grabbed my bags.
Quentin pulled up a few minutes later. I saw Emily and Abby sitting in the back but only Quentin got out of the car. He walked up to me and shook my hand.
"Hey, how are you?" Quentin asked.
"I'm good, ready for Italy. How about you?" I asked.
"Just the same. Here, let me help you with your equipment," he said, grabbing the bag full of my recording stuff.
"Thanks. So is Emily excited to go to Italy?" I asked, trying to make small talk.
"Yeah she is off the wall excited, I also have something to ask you," he said while putting my bag into the trunk.
"Sure, ask away," I said as I put my other bag in with the rest of them.
"Has Emily been...paying extra attention to you?" He asked. Ha! Little more than 'extra attention' if you know what I mean.
"What do you mean?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what he meant.
"I mean, has she been flirting with you? She seems to like you and she's always had a thing for older guys," he said. I grinned slightly and chuckled.
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Being In Your Arms
RomanceEmily Carter always had a thing for older men, and she accepted it as one of her quirks. Although, her parents were cautious of it and wished for her to date someone her age, although in all her years she never has, but the guys were never 'that muc...
