Authors: Jessica Gray
Karen had helped me plan a romantic farewell dinner on the beach and I wanted everything to be perfect.
The evening before Peter was to fly to Spain arrived and I wandered around the beach cabana nervously, waiting for him to arrive. Thanks to Clara, I had secured the private beach of one of her clients. Karen had pulled some strings with a local catering service to prepare and serve the meal.
I had planned and prepared for this night and had asked him to meet me here so I could make sure everything was perfect. The table was set perfectly, and soft candle light filled the inside of the cabana, accompanied by soft music and the sound of the ocean beyond.
I heard Peter arrive and waited for him to enter. I had chosen a soft, flowing yellow dress that ended just above my knees and had left my hair down, curling softly around my face and shoulders. My eyes were bright with happiness and what I hoped would help secure our future together.
Peter arrived, dressed in khakis and a button down shirt the same color of his eyes. Even from a distance, I could smell him and I bit my lip as I observed him saunter towards me. He looked around and said, “Wow! You went all out, didn’t you?”
I nodded, “I wanted tonight to be special.”
“Just being with you makes it special,” he said, melting my heart with his loving words.
“I hope you’re hungry.”
“Starving. And not just for food.”
I blushed as he had intended and let him lead me to the table and seat me. The wait staff served the meal as we exchanged light conversation and commented on the excellent meal.
As we finished desert, Peter seemed to grow sad once again, as our time together drew to a close. He took my hand into his and suggested a walk upon the beach. I slipped my sandals off while he removed his shoes.
“I wish I could take you with me,” he said as we strolled along the wet sand.
This was the opening I had been waiting for. I turned to him and asked, “Really? You’d take me with you?”
Peter pulled me close, holding me against his chest and resting his chin on the top of my head, ”You know I would. I’m going to miss you so much.”
I returned his embrace for a moment before pushed away, “Well then, I guess I should probably go packing.”
Peter smiled at me sadly, “If only it was that easy.”
He thought I was joking. Not exactly the response I had been looking for.
I tried again, “What would you say if I told you that I will be in Barcelona a week from tomorrow?”
Peter was taken aback, “What are you talking about?”
I told him about my grandmother’s sister and how she lived in Spain. I saw the happiness fill his eyes as I told him about buying the plane ticket and when I would be arriving. He grabbed me around the waist and swung me in circles, “That’s fantastic!”
Putting me down, he kissed me with a passion that I had never felt before.
Wow! I needed to surprise him more often.
Later in the evening Peter drove me to his home. I was glad that Karen had dropped me off at the beach and I didn’t have to return my car to Santa Clara. I held his hand all the way and couldn’t believe that things were turning out so well.
Peter kept lifting my hand to his lips and kissing me, giving me smoldering looks at each stoplight. By the time we arrived at his condo, I was on fire for his touch. We barely made it inside the front door before he pushed me up against the door and ravaged my mouth, his hands tearing at my clothes seeking bare flesh.
I pulled his shirt from his pants and then unbuttoned his pants, pushing them towards the floor. Lifting me in his arms, he carried me to the couch, “The bedroom’s too far away. I need you now.”
The trip to the top of the cliff was fast and furious, but neither of us minded. This was the culmination of weeks of desperation and sadness disappearing. As I toppled off the edge into ecstasy the only thought, echoing through my mind, was that this was the beginning, not the end.
Much later Peter drove me home so he could finish packing, “If you sleep over, not only will we not get any sleep, but I won’t get to finish packing.”
I had chuckled and agreed to meet him at the airport the next morning; the airport being closer to my house than his.
I made sure to leave early enough so I would be able to park in the short-term parking and walk the short distance to the terminal. Peter was just gate checking his bags when I crossed the street and he waved to me in greeting. I ran the last few yards and threw my arms around his neck as he picked me up.
His head swept down capturing my lips and he didn’t let me up until we were both gasping for breath. Hearing the catcalls coming from passersby, we chuckled and kissed each other again anyway.
We stayed together inside the terminal until the last moment, knowing that soon we would be together, but hating the thought of a weeklong separation. Peter promised to call me each evening. He would be very busy the first week, but by the time I arrived, he hoped to have things into a routine so we could spend some quality time together.
I kissed and hugged him goodbye and waited until he was out of sight before I returned to my car. That was when I saw her: my personal nightmare, Lara!
What the hell did she do here?
I had to find out what she was up to and followed her. Much to my discontent she checked in to the same flight as Peter.
How on earth had she found out, which flight he was on!
After checking in, Lara turned around, scanning the surroundings and even though I tried to hide quickly behind a plant, she had discovered me.
Oh my God! No way is this happening!
She turned towards me with a triumphant smile in her face and walked directly up to me.
She stopped a few inches away from me, shoved her ring finger with a huge diamond ring directly into my face and said: “Back off bitch, he’s mine! I’m going to Spain with Peter and will make damn sure, that he never even talks to you again!“
She has done it again; she’s trying to snatch Peter away from me!
*** End of Book 1 ***
Find out what happens in Spain:
Falling for Him 2
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