The Calm Before the Storm

Chapter 5

The next few days went by pretty quickly, and largely consisted of tanning, swimming and eating. Thinks have got pretty steamy between Harriet and Harry - I mean, nothing has actually happened but it's pretty obvious they're into each other. After all, what's not to like about H?

It was our second-to-last day in Spain, so we decided to do something other than lying around for a change.

"Shopping?" H suggested at breakfast.

"As tempting as that sounds, it's a bit ordinary, don't you think?"

"I suppose," she sighed.

"What about surfing?" I asked.

"La, you know me and physical exercise don't like each ohter," she laughed.

"True, unless the instructor is hot..." I trailed off. It was all about hopeless.

"Minigolf," Harry appeared from nowhere with Tom by his side.

"I'm awful at minigolf," H pouted.

"I could teach you," Harry winked. Ugh. I think it was pretty much decided then. I didn't really mind - I mean, I was pretty beast at minigolf.

"It's decided then," Tom smirked at me, "You any good, Laura?"

"I'm practically a pro," I smirked back.

"We'll see about that," he winked.

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"There you go," Harry whispered into H's ear from behind her as she putted the ball into the hole after about 20 goes. He had his chin resting on her shoulder and his arms wrapped around her tiny waist. Tom and I were coming to the end of our game, I was winning and it was pissing him off.

"You're a pretty good teacher," she purred as she turned in his arms, pressing her body up against his and looking up at him from under her long eyelashes. His gaze dropped to her lips and they both leaned in slowly, closing their eyes as their lips brushed. Harriet reached her hands up and tangled them in his brown hair as the kiss deepened. He slipped his hand under her floaty top and rubbed the small of her back.

"Ahem," Tom cleared his throat and looked at me awkwardly when he got no reaction from the two lovebirds. I saw a golden opportunity. I walked up to him, nibbling my bottom lip seductively as I went. His eyebrows raised as I ran a finger along his jawline and across his cheekbone. Pressing my body against his I touched his lips with my fingers and whispered ever-so-quietly in his ear, smiling as he shuddered, "I win,"

And with that, I spun round and putted the last ball into the hole with one fluid motion, winning the game. Tom just stood there, shocked, happy and longingly all at the same time.

"Are you two quite finished?" I asked as I pushed past them both, breaking them up. They needed to breath anyway - H looked like she was about to pass out. You can only play tonsil tennis for so long before you need to come up for air.

I turned and looked at all three of them, Harriet and Tom staring at each other breathless, and Tom staring at me, still in a daze after what had happened.

"Guys, I won. We can leave now?" I prompted.

"Uh, yeah, sorry," Tom stuttered, finally breaking out of his trance long enough to stare at my boobs. Today I'd chosen pale pink and white tie-dyed shorts with a skin-tight strappy top tucked in that did, it had to be said, expose rather a lot of cleavage (Harriet chose it - enough said).

"Sorry about that," H murmured as we walked on ahead of the boys on the way back to the hotel, "I just couldn't help myslef,"

"I get it, H. Next time, get a room!" I winked. She hit my arm lightly.

"It wasn't that bad,"

"No no, you were just sucking each other's faces off in full view of everyone!" I laughed.

"We'll you're not entirely innocent, I don't know what you did but you made quite an impression on Tom!"

"Oh, he can handle it. Unless he really is a bad loser," I winked at her.

"I wasn't talking about that, La,"

"All I did was stroke his face then whisper 'I win' in his ear. What's so bad about that?" I asked with an fake-innocent expression.

"Somehow I- Laura!!"

Before she could finish I felt two arms wrap round my waist as I was spun into Tom's arms. Before I realised what happened, he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine so so so lightly, then pulled back.

I just stood there, dumbfounded. His blue orbs held so many emotions it was hard to make any of them out. I couldn't believe that just happened. One minute I was talking to H then the next Tom was kissing me. It was my first kiss, and the feelings in my belly were like nothing I'd ever felt before. I wondered if all kisses felt like that, or only special ones.

"I... Um..." I struggled with my words, my mind refusing to think straight.

"Sshhhh," he soothed, resting a palm on my jawline and softly stroking my cheek. He leaned forward and touched his forehead to mine, staring into my eyes, right through my soul.

"I'll see you tomorrow," And he winked, turned and walked off with a smiling Harry.

Still speechless, I turned to Harriet.

"Well," she said, "That was a little unexpected."