Please, Remember Me

Chapter Fourteen - Picture Perfect

The next morning I woke up feeling anything but bright-eyed and bushy tailed.

Kieran had woke me with sweet kisses along my shoulder and back and, in a way, a girl really could wake up to worse things than Kieran Smith's lips on your skin even if the previous night was beyond shit.

I didn't need those insecurities or terrible emotions.

I wanted to put last night past me, and so I fucking did.

I made a conscious decision not to think about it, at least not here and now. I only had a handful of days left before I was gone, that in itself was enough to darken my disposition, I didn't need Ginger Barbie and all that she was to mar it more.

We made love, I had no other words for it because it was slow, it was powerful and delicious and one of those things that sears your skin and your being. And honest to God the man was really fucking great at what he did.

Today we were, rarely enough, spending a big chunk of the day separated. It hadn't happened so far during my stay. For the past sixteen days I'd spent close to every waking hour with him.

I'd made plans with Angie to go to a shopping centre an hour out of town in a neighbouring county. The reasons for that were plentiful, the big birthday was coming up and along with it the barbeque. From what I'd heard it would be a big shebang, bigger than any of the things we'd done so far, lots of people, lots of family, some coming in from out of town for this annual event.

And I was, yet again... Nervous.

Sometimes I wondered if he would have been as nervous as I'd been during this time if he'd come to London. I doubted it. My life was obviously less exciting than his.

Firstly, I had to do something, get him something, for his birthday and that in itself, as any woman who's had to buy a gift for her man would say, is a difficult thing.

Women are easy, some perfume, a gift card to get a massage, some jewellery... and it would do. Or as I preferred, a dinner and a night out, my treat.

Men were another story and especially a man like Kieran.

He wasn't into a lot of stuff, at least not things I could translate into a perfect gift. He liked American football but I knew less than nothing about it, he liked beer, he liked working out, he made jewellery but didn't wear any, he didn't read overly much and already had an extensive collection of the DVDs he liked.

He was a simple man when it came to all that stuff. He was also a man who worked 80 hour weeks and essentially owned two companies. That said, he was not a poor man, none of his family were. That meant he obviously bought what he wanted when he wanted it, a nice truck (even if it was ridiculous), had renovated his house and apparently had the clothes and things he needed.

So, what the hell I was going to do was beyond me. Which was where Angie came in handy.

Really fucking handy.

**

I dressed in skinny jeans and a black vest top, I strapped on a pair of black sandals and deemed myself ready for shopping.

I walked downstairs, tossed my purse on the kitchen island and hopped up on the counter next to Kieran where he stood, frying bacon in a pan while simultaneously keeping an eye on the eggs frying in another pan.

"Ready for your big day with Angie?"

I laughed and twisted my hands into my hair and started braiding it.