I had no idea what was of ahead of me from our first night together. The way he spoke and the way my body ignited against his were something I couldn't seem to pull myself away from, not that I could. If you would have told me before tonight that I would meet someone like Scott I would never have believed you. If you were to tell me that I would end up following him to a hostel in California, soaking wet in his arms in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, I would have probably called you crazy. Not until right now in this moment that he's leaving me do I even believe all of it myself. The only thing I do know is that He is a long way from home and its a long flight back to London. "He pulled me into the bathroom, locking the door and without a second of hesitation started kissing me. The words “small talk” echoing in my thoughts as once again I found my brain being completely empty, clouded by the feeling of his skin on mine. His kisses were just as perfect as he was. Slow and with intention. He placed one hand behind my head, guiding me to lean to my right shoulder so that he could have better access to the left side of my neck. Using one of his arms, he strongly lifted my body up to rest on top of the sink, never missing a beat to our kiss."