Ch. 10 When You Move, I'm Moved

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Notes:

Hey guys! Thank you so much for keeping up with this story and i am loving all of the feedback that i have been getting so far!

Just a quick note to let you know that the next chapter after this one might be delayed a few days because I'm actually going to be seeing Andrew in concert for the second time this year in South Carolina THIS WEDNESDAY!! It's about an 8 hour drive but honestly, I couldn't resist the urge to get tickets again. And I'll be right up front so you can imagine I'm dying a bit. I hope to come back FULLY amped up and inspired to write more after seeing his face again <3 anyways..

Chapter warning: This chapter gets a little hot and heavy so young eyes be warned. (this story is marked mature anyways so there really shouldn't be young eyes reading anyways, but just a heads up)



Ch. 10 When you move, I'm moved.

It felt like we had been driving for ages but in reality it wasn’t that long. Through the passenger window the city got smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared as we made our way our into the country. I waited for the familiar turns to get to Andrew’s house, but when he drove past where I expected us to turn I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Just where are you taking me, sir?” I said skeptically

He grinned and kept his eyes on the road as he gripped the steering wheel.

“You’ll see, dear. Patience” he said as we finally got onto the back roads with no cars in sight.

Before I knew it he was flooring it and we suddenly sped up as he drove the winding roads in the dark as if he had drawn them there himself. Normally, I’d be clutching my seatbelt for dear life but he seemed to know just the right angle to turn the car to make turns seems smooth and kept my nerves from going crazy.

Minutes later we slowed to a stop and once the roar of the engine stopped and Andrew was making his way over to my side of the car to open the door for me, I could hear a roaring sound in the distance. The scent of salty damp air reached my nose as soon as the door opened. Grabbing my hand, he helped me out of the car and I glanced around me to see where we were.

It was dark but the full moon’s silver was dripping light onto everything around us making the land around us very visible. There was a small building near where we parked with some old cannons in front of it as well as a path off to the right, leading towards the direction of the roaring waves I was hearing crashing upon land.

I recognized this as Black Castle, a sort of landmark here that tourists love to visit. It was nothing but ruins of a fort on a cliff side but I had never been here during the night time.

“Are we able to be here this late?” I whispered

“Hmm.. No I don’t think so.” He said with a wicked grin as he held my hand, leading me down the path towards the ruins.

I took every step carefully, thankful that I had work decent shoes rather than heels or sandals. Otherwise he would have to be carrying me he up the hillside. We made our way to the ruined foundation of the fort ruins and Andrew pulled me closer and slowed his pace, making sure that neither of us tripped.

Finally reaching the top of the hill, a smile immediately bloomed on my face as I beheld the sight before me. The walls of the fort have been long gone for ages so it was nothing more than a very weathered foundation with two rocky pillars on the edge of the cliff, and part of what used to be a corner of the fort walls, deteriorated into nothing but a pile of towering stone. In the middle of the foundation floor, spread out, was a huge, thick blanket, a basket of food, wine, and a large array of pillows.

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