𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐆𝐮𝐲 ➺ 𝐵𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝑀𝒶𝓎 & 𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃

30. Someday

Brian

Finally, I had the freedom to drive through the streets of London without any fear of being stopped or arrested. I had recently obtained my driving licence, and ever since Maria shared her not-so-pleasant encounter with Emma, I had been anxious about not being able to reach her when she needed me. While Maria's block of flats wasn't too far away, this was a special occasion. It was one of those rare moments when both of us had managed to find some free time amidst her exams and my recording sessions with Queen. You could call it a date, but I never cared much for that formality.

When I arrived outside Maria's block, I sat in my car for a moment, checking my appearance in the rear-view mirror. Sometimes it was a challenge to tame my hair. If I woke up with it in a mess, chances were that it would stay that way all day. It required considerable time and effort to shape it just right and avoid it looking too fluffy. There were times when I wondered if it would be easier to cut it short and straighten it, like I did as a teenager. However, Maria had repeatedly assured me how much she loved my hair, despite it being one of my insecurities. She always made me feel better, and that's one of the many reasons why I loved her so much.

Adjusting my jacket, I made my way up to her flat, feeling butterflies fluttering in my stomach once again. I couldn't wait to see her beautiful face and admire her soft features. The thought of holding her perfect figure and feeling her smooth hands intertwined with mine filled me with excitement. Just having her by my side made me incredibly happy, and the fact that we would have some alone time together heightened my anticipation. She was the first woman who awakened such romantic desires in me. Yes, I've always had a tender heart, or at least I've tried to, but it was rare for me to feel such strong urges for a relationship. None of my previous girlfriends compared to Maria, and she secretly knew it. I could sense it.

After knocking on her door, I held my hands behind my back and tapped a steady rhythm with my foot. When she opened the door, my eyes lit up at the sight of her radiance. Her hair looked soft and fluffy, as if she had just finished drying it. With a grin, she approached me with open arms, and I gladly accepted her embrace. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me, and she clung to me tightly, her arms wrapped around my shoulders.

"Someone's excited to see me," I chuckled, burying my face in her hair and inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo. She pulled away, giggling, her fingers toying with the ends of my curls.

"I've just missed you, that's all. I need to grab my jacket, I'll be back in a sec," she said, raising her finger playfully before stepping away to retrieve her jacket. I lingered in the hallway, where I noticed Emma sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by papers.

"I really need a new jacket or something. I look so fat in this," she lamented.

Turning around, I saw Maria standing in front of the hallway mirror, scrutinising her reflection. She stood sideways, pressing her hands against her waist from the front and back. It broke my heart to see her being so critical of herself, especially when she was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman on the planet. Furrowing my eyebrows, I silently approached her from behind. My eyes trailed over her body, but I couldn't find any flaws. Her curves were perfect, and her... feminine features made her even more stunning. I couldn't help but have impure thoughts, only to be snapped back to reality when she called my name.

"Huh?" I quickly redirected my attention to her face, realising her cheeks were flushed. "Sorry, love... I was just admiring how pretty you look," I whispered, ensuring our conversation remained private from Emma in the next room.

"It's okay... I thought I had done something wrong," she giggled, turning around to face me. "Are you ready to go?"

"Ready if you are," I grinned.