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Sunrise // P.17

Author’s note: I have pretty much nothing to say about this chapter besided that this chapter is more from the POV of Dan, that I love every second of it and I really hope you like it as much as I do. Hope you have and amazing day.

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While Tes’ nightmares still lingered in her brain, Daniel’s head was half focused on what’s left from the season and the other half on her. He sensed that she was off from the texts he received but he couldn't do much thanks that she pretended that everything was fine. He wanted to help her to deal with whatever she was dealing with at the moment and at the same time he didn’t want to intrude in her life. He wanted to be there for her, like she had been there for him at the end of the middle of the shitty season, but it seemed to him that she wasn’t used to opening up about her problems. Tes already told him on their date on the beach that she doesn't have the most healthy coping mechanism so it was understandable that he was preoccupied.

Either way he was on his way to pick her up from her house to go to Max’s party. He parked the car and walked towards the door, and just like the last time he was there for their date, one of the boys opened the door for him and stayed in the kitchen talking until her simply black tied to the ankle heels clicked on the stairs. She was wearing a loose black dress with a pronounced v neck that let see the silver body chain adorning her chest and went all down to her left thigh. Her long braided hair styled to the back. Tes was breathtaking to Daniel’s eyes.

When she looked up, they locked eyes and a very warm feeling ran through her body. He was there a couple steps away from the bottom of the stairs wearing black trousers and shoes, one of his party shirts with white patterns on it and a silver chain around his thick neck as well a silver bracelet next to the one she gifted him. She could inhale his perfume from where she was standing and when the woody scent reached her nostrils she let go a deep breath she didn’t know it was holding. And just like the last time he opened the front door for her and then put his hand on her back to walk towards the car.

The drive to the place where the party was hosted was filled with music, this time it was Mac Miller, playing in the background. Daniel rapped some verses and Tes sang the chorus. The atmosphere was so good, the way his laugh filled the space plus his scent, made Tes almost forget her problems. He turned his head at her at every red light to admire her, her carefree exterior, the little shy smile and how the street light made her face shine every time it entered through the window.

He parked the car and went to open her door, he stretched his hand to help her get out of his car and the feeling on her small cold hand in his was so normal, so correct that scared her a little but it comforted her at the same time. The guy on the front door let them in when he told him his name, Daniel walked behind Tes to not lose her in the sea of people. -Tell me whenever you want to go home and we will be out of here in a blink of an eye.- His hot minty breath in her ear made chills round down her spine.

She looked at him from over her shoulder and he was looking at her with a brow raised, so she smiled and nodded with her head. They climbed up the stairs towards the VIP section and there were some friends of Max from outside the track and other drivers with their girlfriends as well. Daniel greeted some people along the way until he saw a girl and apoched her. -Hey Kelly, how are you?

In front of them was a pretty girl with black hair and green eyes. -Hi Daniel, I’m fine. How are you?

-Great. Tes, this is Max’s girlfriend Kelly. Kelly, this is Tes.- Daniel introduced them and Kelly looked at her with a smile on her face.

-Hi.- They said at the same time. -Max told me you will be coming with someone special.- She smiled towards Daniel. -Pleasure to meet you Tes.- She was being kind to Tes, so welcoming.

-Speaking of him. Where’s the birthday boy?- Daniel said, looking around.

-Oh he’s with Charles and Lando over the bar.- Kelly turned around and pointed where they were. Daniel thanked her and with his hand still on her back walked towards them.

Again, his hands on her body felt so natural, so normal, so correct for her and it wasn’t even in a sexual manner, he was just leading her the way to not lose her around all those people. His warm hand brought heat to every part of her body that he touched, making her blush without him noticing.

-Max Verstappen it’s that you? Oh my God! Can I take a selfie with you?- Daniel said like a fan making the three guys turn around to look at who was talking.

When they saw them they laughed. -Of course, everything for my number one fan.- The guy with beard and golden dark hair said laughing. -Glad you came man.

-Of course mate. Happy birthday.- They hugged and patted their backs. -Guys this is Tes, Tes this is Max.- He pointed to the guy he hugged.

-The birthdayboy.- Tes said smiling. -Happy birthday, thank you for inviting me.- Max smiled and kissed her check.

-Thanks and it’s no problem. I already told you that I probably would have burned Daniel's brain until he invited you.- They laughed. -Glad to finally meet you in person. I heard a lot of things about you.

-Likewise. Although I hope they were nice things.- Tes said smiling and Max laughed.

-Oh trust me, they were very nice things.- Max said in a teasing tone looking at Daniel.

-Okay….. This is Charles, he is also a driver.- Daniel introduced her to the boy with dark brown hair and green eyes.

-Hi.- Tes smiled and he kissed her cheek too.

-And you two have already met each other.- Daniel said, looking at Lando and her.

-Yes.- The two of them said and he kissed her cheek.

Max looked at Daniel surprised. -How is it that he met her before I did?- He said with a fake indignant tone and a hand in his heart.

They laughed. -I’m his teammate now, I’m more important than you Max. He doesn’t want you anymore.- Lando said with his english accent mixed with a teasing tone while he patted his shoulder.

-Bullshit. I’m his favorite.- Daniel chuckled making Tes laugh.

-Truth is that she came with me to the MTC after Monza and they met there. Don’t be jealous Max.- Daniel said and Max looked at him with a frown.

Tes stayed with the boys while Daniel ordered a beer for him and a glass of wine for her. Daniel looked at her when Lando asked her about her time in the MTC and if she had a good time there, how she became all shy when Charles told her that he had listened to a couple of her songs when his girlfriend, Charlotte, put her playlist on the car and that he had liked them, how she caught in the moment the teasing demeanour in Max and joked with him, all that with a smiled on his face with her by his side and his hand, sometimes, lingering in her back. At some point Charlotte came to ask Charles something and almost freaked out when she saw her. Daniel watched every movement she did, how Tes greeted her and talked to her then walked towards the dance floor with her because she was looking for a dance partner and Charles said that he wasn’t drunk enough to do that. Her petite frame mixed with the people in the dance floor dancing with Kelly, Charlotte, Victoria and other people.

Daniel was with his arms leaned on the railing of the VIP that overlooked the dance floor seeing her talking with Charlotte and Charles. He had his eyes so fixed on her that he didn’t even acknowledge his friend besides him until he talked. -So, what’s up with you two?- He turned his head towards Max.

-What are you talking about?- Max raised his eyebrow.

-Really? Are you gonna play dumb?- Daniel put his best “I don’t know what are you talking about” face and Max took a deep breath. -Since when are you two together?- Max said, looking at Tes.

Daniel almost choked with his drink. -What? We are not together, we are just friends.

Max laughed. -Yeah that’s bullshit but I will let it pass.- It was Daniel’s turn to frown.

-Why did you say that?- Max faced him and looked dead serious.

-Man if you could see how you were looking at her the whole night you would understand but if you said you are just friends I'm going to do that like I believe you.- Max turned his head to the left and then towards his friend who was about to answer. -Doesn't matter right now she is coming.- Daniel looked over Max’s shoulder and Tes was walking towards them with a smile on her face. -I will let you two alone.

-Hey there.- She stood in front of him. Her heels made her a little taller and her eyes were shiny. -Everything is fine?

-Yes, we were just talking. What about you? Are you having fun?- She had her hair up in an improvised bun.

-Oh yeah. Every person that I talked to was so lovely and funny. Charlotte and Charles are a pretty couple as well as Max and Kelly. I’m having a great time.- Tes was smiling, something that made Daniel smile too. They were steeps from the other thanks to the loud music, her vanilla scent mixing with his.

Tes was telling him about something she talked about with Charlotte when she took her phone from her purse and frowned. -It’s Xander.- Daniel nodded. -Xander give me a second because the music is too loud in here.- She moved her phone away from her mouth and looked at Daniel. -I will go outside to talk to him, I’ll be right back.

-I’m not gonna let you go alone, come with me.- Daniel entwined his fingers with hers. He started to realise how her skin was always cold, it didn't matter the temperature outside, her skin was cold. He liked the feeling of her cold skin against his warm one and how her hand was smaller than his. Although he could feel her behind him and her hand in his, he looked over his shoulder to make sure she was there and that he hadn't lost her in the sea of people when they were walking outside.

When they put their feets outside the night breeze caressed their skins and their ears relaxed at the contrast of the loud music in the bar with the less bustle of the street. Even though he didn't want to, Daniel let go of Tes' hand to let her take a couple steps away from him but she stayed in front of him with her phone in her ear. He looked around trying to entertain himself to not listen to her conversation with her friend but he couldn’t not look at her. The little freckles on her nose and how her makeup didn’t cover them, the mole on the left side of her chin, the scar on her forehead blending with the baby hairs there, the perfect outline of her fleshy lips and her pearly white smile until she frowned. -Are you serious Xander?- She made a little pause. -And Alex agreed with all this?- Another pause. -You couldn't have told me this before so I see how I organize myself.- She grabbed the bridge of her nose and Daniel tilted his head to the side don’t understanding a single thing. -You owe me big time for this, just so you know.- She took a deep breath. -Yeah yeah, love you too dork. Bye, have fun.- Tes hung up and shook her head.

-Everything alright?- Daniel wanted to have some kind of physical touch with her but at the same time he didn’t want to overstep.

-Yeah no.- Daniel frowned. -Nothing serious happened. Just that I have the worst roommates in the world sometimes.- Again, he didn’t understand a single thing.

-Because….- He left the sentence in the air for her to complete it.

-Because Xander asked me, actually informed me, to search for some place to crash for the night because he has a very important guest tonight and he wants nobody to disturb them.- Tes said.

-Oh.- Daniel said unsure and Tes looked at him with her eyebrows raised. -Ohhh.- Daniel nodded understanding what she meant and she laughed.

-Yes ohh.- Tes looked around. -Living with your best friends sometimes can be funny and sometimes a big pain in the ass.- It was Daniel's turn to laugh.

-You can crash at my place.- Daniel said out of the blue.

-I can’t ask you to do that.- She shook her head.

-You are not asking me, I’m offering to do it and you are going to accept.- Tes was about to say something but Daniel interrupted her. -Without a but. The other time I promised you that you could visit my place whenever you wanted and now is whenever so you are going to stay at my place.

Tes looked him in the eye and he kept his gaze. -Fine.

-That’s how I like it. Now come on.- Daniel said and stretched his hand towards her. With a little blushed on her cheeks she accepted his hand and they walked inside the bar. They said goodbye to a slightly drunk Max, to Kelly, to a drunk Charles and Charlotte and all the people they knew that got in their way from the VIP to the car.

Omer Balick songs came through the car speaker making them move their bodies in sync without planning, Daniel tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and Tes snapping her fingers at every beat of the song. The ride was short and Daniel parked the car in the garage of the building. In the elevator Tes thanked him for letting her stay there for like the millionth time. Daniel opened the door for her and let her enter first. It wasn’t extremely luxurious; on the contrary his place had that cozy home feeling, adorned with paintings on the walls. Tes walked through the corridor to the dark kitchen with the dining room, the kitchen and the living was divided with a huge fireplace that could be seen from both sides. The living room had large sofas and a flat screen, it faced the balcony with huge windows from the ceiling to the floor with a beautiful view of the Monaco harbour. -Look around all you want, I will be right back.- He put his hand on her lower back and gave her a little nod with his head encouraging her. Tes walked directly to one of the windows and opened it. The balcony had sofas, a small table and a little place to make a fire for when the nights were cold.

Soft music started to play around the place and Daniel walked in her direction with two glasses of wine in hand. -Now that I don’t have to drive I can properly drink. Here you go.- He extended the glass towards her and she accepted with a smile.

Tes took a sip and smiled delightedly. -Yours?- Daniel nodded. -This place is beautiful Dan and the view is amazing. The sunsets from here must be a dream.

-The sunsets are pretty cool from here but the view from the farm I have in Australia beats his ass.- They laughed. -I don’t have a music studio like you though but I have a couple of guitars in my studio.- Tes laughed.

-Speaking of guitars I promised you that I would teach you how to play it and the piano too.- Daniel nodded.

-Yes, but in another time. We have all the time in the world to do that.- Tes tilted her head to the side. -Now I have other plans in mind.- Tes frowned but Daniel grabbed her glass and put it on the little table next to his, then grabbed her hand and pulled her into the living room.

-What are- Tes wanted to ask but he interrupted her.

-Shhh.- Daniel waited for the song to end and the next one to start. When the new song started he pulled her by her hand to his chest and his other hand on her waist. Their fingers intertwined and her arm around his neck. -I really don’t know if we can slow dance to this but I wanted to dance with you because we didn’t do that on the bar.

Tes laughed and threw her head back, her chest vibrated with her voice. Daniel looked at her and the simple image of her smiling like that put a smile on his face immediately. They moved at the fast rhythm of the song and he twirled her and now her back was against his chest. -I will twirl you again and please don't fall because I will die of embarrassment and guilt. -She laughed again putting her head on his shoulder and thanks to the closeness he could see how the wrinkles in the corner of her eyes formed and how she scrunched her nose a little, the little details made him smile like a teenage boy. He twirl her one more time and now their lips were inches away from the other, breath mixing, eyes shining with lust and passion, the centimeters were shorter and shorter that their lips were brushing the moment was there so fucking close but the song ended and they separeted clearing their throats.

-You had a very good idea.- Tes said putting her hair behind her ear with a smile.

-Yeah. Glad you like it.- Daniel said, scratching his neck. -Come I will show you the guitars now. -He turned around and almost grabbed her hand but contained himself. Tes waited for him to grab her hand but when that never came she grabbed the two glasses and followed him around his place.

Daniel walked around the living through a corridor and went up the stairs, that were behind the living room and kitchen, looking at her from time to time and when he saw that she couldn't put a hand on the staircase railing he took his glass out of her hand and intertwined his fingers with her to guide her. Tes smiled a little from the skin skin contact and followed his steps. It had a couple of doors but Daniel entered the second one. When he opened the door, it had a wooden desk, a wall that was a glass shelf full of helmets; photos; books, a little sofa and in a corner a couple of guitars and a balcony that overlooked the other side of Monaco.

Tes walked around looking at the photos. In some of them he was with some of his best mates, other drivers, with a little blonde kid, some of him in his car of the different scuderias he was, with an old good looking couple. -This are my parents.- He said pointing at the photo Tes was looking at. -This is the little rascal I told you about in London, my sister’s son. This is my sister.- Danil pointed at the different photos. He had a nostalgic smile on his face and Tes almost caressed his face in the most tender manner but contained herself.

-You have a very beautiful family Dan.- He smiled. -I heard that Australia is planning to open up the borders in November or something like that.- Her tone was enthusiastic and contagious.

-Yeah, I heard and my mum called me the minute she heard it. She threatened me that if I don’t jump in a plane with the destination home the minute I end with this season she will kill me.- Tes laughed. -Don’t laugh. That woman is very capable of doing that.- Tes laughed a little more and he did it too.

-For the sake of your well being I advise you to do it.- He nodded with a smile. Tes took a sip of her wine and looked at the guitars. -So….you have guitars but don’t know how to play them?

Daniel looked at her face, not paying a bit of attention to where she was looking. -I never found the time to learn how to play it.

-You wanna give it a try?- Tes said with a brow raised but Daniel shook his head. -Why?

-Right now the only thing I want to do is keep talking to you with a glass of wine in the middle if that’s okay with you.- His voice was soft and his head tilted to the side while looking at her.

Tes smiled softly and nodded with her head. -I like that idea too. Lead the way, Aussie boy.- Daniel smiled happily. They walked back to the balcony and sat on the little sofas there. Daniel started a little fire to keep them warm while Tes grabbed the opened bottle of wine from the kitchen. They were sitting side by side, Tes with her legs folded to the side looking at him with her hand supporting her head while he was sitting looking at the front and his arm stretched in the sofa chair.

They shared stories from when they were younger, from how they were headaches from their parents. How Tes used to say to his dad that she was in school while she was in some record store in the city with Xander by her side listening to what was new at that moment and when his dad found out that he scolded her for some minutes and then asked her about what she listened too. She seemed so carefree in that moment, so full of life and happiness.

-The other time when I was at your house and we were at the studio in one of the walls was this phrase painted in big letters and colors that was so beautiful but I can't seem to remember it.- Daniel said, looking at her.

Tes moved her eyes thinking. -Painted on one of the walls and not framed?- Daniel nodded with his head. -The one that says “Music is what feelings sound like”.

-That one.- Daniel said. -It’s so beautiful and when I readed it was like, okay now my perspective of music has changed a little.- Tes laughed and nodded.

-Yeah, I know what you are talking about. When I told my dad that I wanted to dedicate my life to music that was the first thing that he told me.- Tes had his full attention. -It was like his law of life.

-And it’s yours too?

-Kinda.- Tes said unsure and Daniel frowned. -He said it more from the side of when you have such strong love feelings for someone, when you can't put into words properly what that person makes you feel that you have to put all that stuff in a song and the song will say what you can't. He used to tell me that my mother used to make him feel like that. And I was never on that side of the line,I could never link that phrase to that kind of feeling.

-Why? On what side of the line you were?- Daniel always asked the right questions to make her open up when she didn’t want to.

-I was always on the sad and angry side of the line. I used to take some of my feelings and put them on my songs but never completely I don’t know why. I used to be a little vague about my feelings.- Tes looked at her hands and played with a ring on one of her fingers.

Daniel saw how she was slowly starting to drift away from the present, how her face started to tinted with sad features and her eyes lost her shine. So he quickly changed the subject. He told her about his new collection of clothes and little things about what was left from the season. How he is kinda an adrenaline junkie, his passion about bikes and how he owns a kart series. Tes was so fucking mesmerized with him, with how he gesticulated when he talked, how his adam’s apple moved, his nose brigde and his tanned skin with tattoos. He was something from another world. Daniel could feel her gaze on him, how she tilted her head to the side from time to time and when he turned his head towards her she had a little smile on her lips and her cheeks a little rose. -What?- Daniel said with a smile but confused.

She shook with her head.- Nothing. Continue.- And as if it happened in slow motion Daniel watched how Tes took his glass out of his hand while looking him in the eyes and drank from it. Daniel's mouth hung a little opened thanks to the sequence and Tes frowned. -What?- Daniel swallowed hard and wet his lips with his tongue then looked at the glass in her hands. Tes seemed to finally realise what she had done. -I’m sorry it was your glass. Sorry, for real, it wasn’t my intention.- She gave it back to him wanting to die from embarrassment.

She kept apologizing while the only thing that ran through Daniel’s mind was how fucking sexy that was. How her lips were a little glossy thanks to the wine and how her pretty face shined with the fire near them. It was now or never, he couldn't wait any longer. So he leaned and put the glass in the table next to them and in a matter of seconds he grabbed her face in his hand and stamped his lips on hers shutting her up.

Tes stood still there with her eyes opened big and hands froze mid air while his soft lips were on hers. She could see from up close his long lashes and the baby curls in his forehead. His beard tickled against her skin a little. Yes, it wasn’t the perfect reaction. Daniel was mentally cursing himself for the stupid impulsive idea he had and when he decided to lean back Tes reacted and kissed him back. The teenage boy in Daniel’s head jumped and celebrated in his head because she did more than stop him, the girl he liked was kissing him back. His hand in her neck and his thump caressing her jawline while the other was on the sofa back. Her arm around his neck bringing him impossibly closer. They parted slightly and his tongue slipped inside her mouth, the taste of the wine they were drinking on their lips. His free arm hugged her by the waist and put her in his lap, her legs at his sides straddling him. Her vanilla scent was closer than ever, he could feel it all around him inviding his senses. Her skin was soft as well as her lips, her fingertips running through the nape of his neck and he felt little sparkles everywhere her fingers passed. He could feel the body chains on her chest against his. They had to separate because they haven’t any air left on their lungs.

-I’m sorry. I didn't want to overstep or make you uncomfortable.- Daniel said in a low tone and when he talked his lips brushed against hers. That close they were.

Tes felt the ghost of his lips against hers and she had to contain herself to not touch her lips like a thirteen year old girl that had kissed the boy she liked for the first time. -It's not that, I like the kiss. A lot actually but I...I…- Her brain was still all over the place and couldn't properly understand what just had happened. Daniel saw how she closed her eyes, moved her head from side to side slowly and swallowed hard. -It’s just that I...I

Daniel moved his hands from her waist to her neck and caressed her cheeks. He smiled softly. -Hey look at me.- Tes opened her eyes. They were shiny and her swollen lips made him want to kiss her more. -It’s okay. I like the kiss a lot too.- She smiled a little. -I think we should go to sleep, it’s a little late.

Tes nodded with her head. -Yeah I think so too.- Daniel brought her closer to him and kissed her forehead.

-Come on.- He lifted her from his lap and put her on the floor as if she weighed nothing. -I will sleep in the guest room, you can take my bed.- He said while they went up the stairs.

-Not this again.- Tes said in a low tone but he listened to her and laughed.

-The guest room is diagonal from my room so whatever you need I’m just a few meters away.- Daniel continued explaining.

-You are going to give me a headache Daniel. I’m not gonna make you not sleep in your own bed. You are going to sleep on your bed and I will take the guest room. Like you just said I will be a few meters away so no problem.- They looked in the eyes and a staring battle began. Tes looked at him from her eyelashes and the only coherent thought Daniel had was kissing her again. It seemed that he became an addict from just one single kiss.

-Fine.- Daniel said and Tes smiled. -But whatever you need you call me okay?- She nodded. -It’s that one, I will be right back.- He pointed to one door and a clear color room was there. A big bed, a TV and a bathroom. Simple but effective. Tes looked around and Daniel entered the room with clothes in his hand. -I brought you clothes because I don’t think sleeping in that dress will be comfortable.- He put the clothes in the bed, she smiled and thanked him.

She walked closer to him, stranded on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. -Thank you for a great night Dan.

-Thank you too. Have a good night.- He smiled, put her hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek too.

He left her alone in the room to let her change her clothes. Tes stood in front of the bathroom mirror looking at herself. The t-shirt Daniel gave her reached just five fingers below her ass and the shorts he gave her were from his collection. She went to bed with a little smile on her face and a calm feeling on her chest, just like Daniel in the other room.

Daniel was sleeping peacefully when some noises woke him up, they were like little cries and mumbling. Still a little sleepy he sat on the bed and made silence trying to figure out where they were coming from. He opened his door and the little cries were louder and desperate and they were coming from the room where Tes was staying so Daniel walked there and opened the door. She was moving her head from side to side desperately, she was frowning and mumbling something in the lines of “Let me go” “Please let me go” and “No, don't go”. He walked towards her and woke her up.

-Hey Tes, wake up.- He moved her shoulder just a little but she was still immersed in her awful dream. He tried again, this time a little rough and she opened her eyes. -It’s okay, you are okay.- His tone was soft but he could see, even in the dark of the room, that her eyes were widened and full of fear.

Tes started to look around frantically and when she seemed to see Daniel sitting on the edge of the bed her breath started to become more irregular. Daniel frowned when she sat with her back against the hardware of the bed trying to be the further away possible from him. He moved slowly away showing her his hands and turned on the light by the side of the bed. Her eyes landed on him but her breath was still uneven. -Just breathe baby, breathe.- Daniel inhaled and exhaled loudly and moved his hands while he was doing it for her to match him.

But Tes put her trembling hand in her chest and tried to press against it. -I…..I…..I can’t.- Her tone was broken and tears started to form in her eyes making her vision more blurred so when Daniel sat in front of her once again she couldn't see him but she felt when he took the hand that was on her chest and intertwined his fingers with hers.

Daniel’s heart clenched at seeing her soft and beautiful features full of fear. Tes opened her mouth big trying to seek for any kind of air and Daniel moved closer. -Okay, baby I think you are having a panic attack.- She wasn't even listening to him because she could sense her blood pudding in her ears.

She could sense him in front of her but Tes eyes were lost in the sheets at the bottom of the bed. Her eyes went from the door behind Daniel to the sheets to her trembling legs. Her head was so lost in her thoughts, so deep in her fears and memories. -It's destroying me. I can't live like this. I can't.- She was talking to herself but Daniel frowned when he heard her words. What the hell was she talking about? What was destroying her?

Either way he tried to calm her down. -Squeeze my hand baby.- Daniel gave her a little squeeze and she did it back.

His other hand moved her hair away from her face and drew little circles in her back trying to calm her down. His body closer to hers, his scent invading her nostrils, and after a couple minutes her breaths started to become normal. -I’m going to get you some water.

Tes shook her head. -Don’t go. Don’t leave me alone, please.- Her voice was broken and her eyes carried a silent prayer that he did not intend to break any time soon.

-Okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.- So he continued his movements in her back and she didn't seem to let go of his hand in any second. She leaned against him. Her head in his chest listening to his heart. The normal beat of his heart and his scent calms her completely. -Come, I will make you some tea.

Daniel got up from the bed and waited for her to do the same. Their hands together and they walked from the bedroom to the kitchen. He indicated to her with his head to sit on the kitchen counter and she did as he told her. While he boiled the water she had her eyes fixed on how her hanging feets moved a little.

-I’m sor- Tes tried to say.

-Don’t- Daniel cut her quickly. -You don’t have to be sorry for anything.

-Yes. I woke you up at five in the fucking morning thanks to a shitty nightmare I had.- Tes hid her face in her hands.

-I glad you woke me up, because otherwise you would have to suffer that alone and- It was Tes's turn to interrupt him.

-It’s not only that Dan. I’m sorry for everything. For waking you up, for you to have to see me like that, for you to have to go out to look for me the other day, for the fucking article, for all the mess I am and for all the things I didn’t do but I’m so fucking sure I will do even if I dont want to. I’m so fucking sorry for bringing all this mess to you life and...and...and- Daniel looked at her shookig his head.

-Hey, don’t say that. Don’t even think about it.- He pulled her into his chest.

She started sobbing in his chest. -I’m sorry Dan.- He rocked their bodies from side to side a little trying to calm her down, again.

-Everything is going to be alright Tes. Don’t worry.- He said kissing the crown of her head.

They stayed like that for a while. The tea long forgotten. Tes was with her eyes closed loving the feeling of his heart against her ear. His scent involved her and how his chest went up and down with his soft breaths. How his body was between her legs and how his fingers were massaging her scalp. Daniel was looking how the sun started to rise through his balcony letting some rays enter and adorned the beautiful scene. Her arms around his waist and her calm breaths. How perfectly her body fit with his.

He could definitely get used to that, he wanted to get used to that. Dancing with her in the living room after a night out with his friends, a glass of wine in the middle, Monaco nights below them. Her lips on his. Her body on top of his. Mornings with her with the sun entering through the window. He could picture everything and more with her. The little problem here was if she could picture everything with him, if she felt the same way as he.

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“Closer”

2019

“Have you read the script?” Manager Hong had just entered the meeting room at Salt headquarters and Seonho was sitting there alone with his iced Americano, reading a script.

“Oh yeah I’m reading it right now” he has been reading the script for over an hour now and so far he really likes how the story develops and the character that he will be playing, Ko Jiseok.

He has been working on TV for around 3 years at now and he has never played as the first male lead. He never complained though, he fully appreciates every work that has been given to him. For him, every role is interesting and every work should be considered as part of a learning process. However, he has also been acting for almost 10 years now so he couldn't help but get extra excited when he first heard that he finally got an offer as the first male lead in a drama. He had read the script before finally accepting the offer and today he just got the rest of the episodes from the drama script and decided to continue reading it.

“Have you heard about the female lead?” manager Hong asked again.

“Like heard from you or from our CEO? Nope I haven’t” he answered while still reading the script.

“No I mean, don’t you read the news or something?”

Seonho finally raised his head and looked at his manager for the first time in 15 minutes since she entered the room. He let out a small chuckle, “which one? The Moon Geunyoung one? Hahaha” he laughed and took a sip of his iced Americano again. Seonho knew that there were a lot of rumors of which actress was gonna take the offer as the female lead in Catch The Ghost. He also was very well aware that such rumours are usually wrong that in the end another actress or actors other than the one being rumoured is gonna be the one who takes the role. So when he heard about the rumour, that Moon Geunyoung, the nation’s little sister of South Korea was going to play alongside him, a 3 year old television rookie, he just shrugged it off.

Manager Hong just sat there looking at him in disbelief, the fuck is wrong with this guy.

“Yeah the Moon Geunyoung one. She accepted the offer already”

Seonho choked on his drink the moment Manager Hong answered his question. WTF?!

I mean I would love to act with her. She is such a legendary actress and all but this can't be real what if…. I mean she can’t still remember me now can’t she? It has been 10 years? Well unless I count that 2016 incident another meeting so it has been 3 years but still how did this happen?!!

“Wait wait wait wait” he decided to open his mouth to help him digest the information he just received. “When?” He tried so hard to stay calm despite being overly excited but nervous at the same time, he felt like he could explode at that moment.

“When did she accept? Like a week ago”

He closed his eyes and he let out a loud sigh, he was trying so hard not to yell out of frustration. Manager Hong couldn’t help but laugh at the sight in front of her.

He finally spoke in a low voice, trying to sound as patient as possible, “My Dongsaeng~ you knew about this a week ago so why didn’t you tell me A WEEK AGO?!”

Manager Hong knew right away when Seonho called her Dongsaeng that the guy is frustrated with her. He never got mad at all, which is why she loves to tease him because he would just get frustrated alone and it is so fun to watch.

“You were busy with shoots and you had that family trip with your mom and dad, I didn’t want you to lose focus and of course I did not want to bother your family time with any work related news. Besides, it’s not that urgent”

Seonho closed his eyes and let out a loud-frustrated-sigh for the second time.

“What’s the big deal Oppa? You’re gonna act with Moon Geunyoung! The nation’s little sister for your first drama as first male lead! Isn’t this amazing? I am so excited for you,” as manager Hong talked she was looking at Seonho and the boy had this blank stare in his eyes, “Oppa?! Hello Seonho Oppa?”

Seonho finally snapped back to reality and answered, “Yeah of course it’s amazing. I just, I needed to prepare myself Hong Yoon-ah”

“Yeah right you got like 2 months to prepare dude, chill. Or are you hiding something from me right now?”

Seonho got flustered by the question. Suddenly the memory from 10 years ago flashed back upon his eyes and just the glimpse of it made his face warm. He couldn’t bring himself to tell the truth of what happened 10 years ago and so he decided to just lie.

“You know she’s a legendary actress and I am such a huge fan of her. Also this is my first lead drama project, I would want to give a good impression to her of course. I don't want to make any mistake.”

“You are like one of the most thoughtful guys I have ever met in my life, you got this. Besides the first script reading is still in a week. You have some time to prepare. I love to tease you but I am not stupid you know”

“Right,” Seonho answered her before his eyes made its way back to the script. He brought the script closer to his face so Hong Yoon wouldn't notice his facial expression and he stared at it blankly. Fuck.

2010

Last night, one of his friends contacted him and asked if he would be interested to watch “Closer” together with him. At first Seonho was too lazy to come but when he heard the Moon Geunyoung was the one who played Alice in the play he mediately said yes. It was June and he had just finished his second play that year, a month before, he received his enlistment letter and now he has only one month before he finally enlisted. He just started to do plays only for a year and he has been enjoying it so far.

The play “Closer” is such a legendary play from the UK that he has heard so much before. He had never seen the play but he saw the movie once when he was in high school. He still remembered the dialogues from the movies and how he liked it. He still thinks that the characters portrayed in Closer were very intriguing and complicated that he remembers to be confused of whom he should be sympathized with when he first saw it.

That evening, Seonho and his friend lined up at the entrance while both holding the ticket to the play.

“Moon Geunyoung is so pretty damn. I feel like it was only yesterday that I saw her in Autumn in My Heart. Remember when we used to watch all of her movies back in high school?” said Seonho’s friend.

“As if, she is only a year younger than us. But yeah I remember, she is even prettier now,” Seonho answered his friend while looking at the poster hung up at the entrance. Deep down inside he relates to what his friend said. He couldn't believe that the Moon Geunyoung is now all grown up.

They finally entered the auditorium after awhile. The seats were packed with audiences, thankfully both of them got the perfect seats in the middle row. Not long after the play finally started.

When Geunyoung finally entered the stage, he almost could not believe his own eyes. The nation’s little sister whom he saw a lot on tv since he was a kid has now bloomed into such a beautiful young lady, standing on stage with her mini black dress, looking very mature and sexy. While holding a beer in her hand, she delivered her lines perfectly and seductively to his opposing actor. She smiled, laughed, cried, yelled, threw tantrums on stage and it was all delivered beautifully. Seonho was instantly stunned by her beauty and of course by her mature acting.

For god sake, why is she acting with this old guy, Um Ki Joon, for such an intense play like this. He mumbled inside.

She plays Alice, a young stripper who ends up dating Dan, an aspiring writer. The two of them later on got entangled in a complicated love story with Larry and Anna.

Seonho continued to be in awe for the whole 1 hour and 30 minutes not only because he finally got to see that legendary play that he had been curious for so long, but he fell even harder for Geunyoung’s charm on stage. Although during the play, he also could not help but get a little bit hard while watching Geunyoung kissing that guy on stage. After the play ended and he exited the auditorium, that image of Geunyoung in that dress still lingered in his mind.

“Wanna get drinks?” Seonho asked his friend.

“Sorry bro, I have this date with that girl I met at the club last week”

“Oh well, good luck. I’ll just drink alone, all by myself when it is my enlistment next month it’s okay mean friend” “Come on man, I’m sorry. I’ll treat you for a drink tomorrow”

“Hahahah I’m just joking. Go, your date is waiting” “Alright, bye. Talk to you soon!”

After they parted ways, Seonho found himself walking towards a nearby jazz club that he just discovered a few months ago. The bar is in a secluded area with no sign in front of it, unless anyone told you that it is a bar then no one would have guessed it. One of his theatre friends actually told him about this bar. The owner used to be a lighting director of plays where he worked at the auditorium Seonho just visited. Now he has retired and opened a jazz club instead where actors, actresses and theatre crews have drinks after they finished their play.

He made his way to the bar and ordered his usual. He greeted the owner once he saw him.

“Are you alone?” the owner asked.

“Yes Sajangnim, my friend ditched me for his date”

“I can always accompany you here. Did you just come back from practice or what?” “No, I just watched that play “Closer.” I have no more plays Sajangnim, I am going to the military soon” Seonho answered him while sipping his drinks.

The atmosphere of the jazz club that night was quite calm. With jazz music playing in the background and just a few people were having drinks on the table behind him. He was alone by himself at the bar. Few moments later, someone sat beside him and ordered a drink. He couldn’t look at her face but she smelled nice like a woody and flowery scent mixed with sweat.

Her drinks came but she was too busy taking off her scarf and putting things inside her purse so when she was finally done, she accidentally grabbed Seonho’s glass instead of hers before she finally realized that her glass drink was there, closer to her purse.

“Oh I am sorry” she said.

“It’s okay” Seonho answered her while finally looking at the woman beside him.

There she was. Moon Geunyoung. The woman he just saw on stage earlier. The women that he couldn’t get out of his mind since he left the auditorium 30 minutes ago.

Seonho was flustered so he quickly turned his head back to the racks of drinks in front of him. He did not want Geunyoung to see his cheek got red.

“Geunyoung-ssi, how was your play? My friend here just came from watching it” the Sajangnim suddenly jumped in the conversation while pointing his fingers to Seonho. Seonho sat there bewildered at the fact that Sajangnim knew Geunyoung and would just strike a conversation like this. Seonho also lowkey cursed him inside for dragging him into their conversation.

“Oh really? How did you like it?” Geunyoung answered him while looking at Seonho who just sipped his drinks because he felt thirsty all of the sudden. He tried to control himself because he almost choked when he realized that Geunyoung was now talking to him.

“Oh um I really liked it. I loved it so much. I am also a theatre actor and I have always been interested to watch “Closer” on stage. You did really well, Geunyoung-ssi” ah shit why did I say Geunyoung-ssi? Do I have to pretend to not know her? Does she think I am a freak now?

“That is very sweet of you, thank you….” she paused and raised her palm halfway toward Seonho, waiting for him to tell her his name.

“Oh it’s Seonho.”

“Thank you Seonho-ssi. I am glad that you liked it. It was my first stage play so I was very nervous. You’re an actor so I trust your opinion.” she said it while smiling at Seonho.

Seonho just smiled back at her. He did not know what to say. He still could not believe that he had just talked to Moon Geunyoung. The actress. No matter how many times he replayed the sentence in his head he still could not believe it. He also could not believe that Moon Geunyoung would go to a club alone by herself after her performance. Shouldn’t she go anywhere with her manager and bunch of bodyguards?

He had so many questions popped up in his head but he was just too nervous to say anything to the woman beside him.

They both drank in silence for 5 minutes while listening to the music until Geunyoung broke the silence.

“So you’re a theatre actor? Which play have you done? Maybe I have seen it?” Geunyoung asked. She knew deep down she couldn’t possibly have watched his play. She has been so busy with work since she was in junior high school, she barely had time to do anything she likes. That night was an exception since she actually had a dinner with her agency’s CEO to discuss work but he cancelled so she could sneak out from her manager and went to this jazz club instead.

“I just started last year with “New Boeing Boeing” and I just finished my play for this year “Rooftop House Cat”. But it is a small play, you can’t possibly have seen it” Seonho answered her question, trying so hard to stay calm.

“Right I have not, but i would love to see your play some time. I actually enjoy watching plays a lot but I couldn't find the time. When is your next one?”

“Ah it’s um, my next one is probably going to be in 2 years. I will enlist next month hahaha” Seonho let out an awkward laugh. He did not know why he did that but he just did. He was just too nervous. FOR FUCK SAKE MOON GEUNYOUNG WANTS TO WATCH MY PLAY BUT I AM GOING TO THE MILITARY FUCK YOU GOVERNMENT.

“Aw that’s too bad, but 2 years is not a long time, I’ll watch your play later in 2012.” Geunyoung answered while sipping her drinks and smiling sweetly at Seonho. He felt like he could pass out right there seeing her smiling like that.

Geunyoung was still wearing her dress that she wore on stage as Alice. She was only covering it up with a black jeans jacket and a scarf when she entered the room but now that she took it off, she was only wearing the black mini dress. She had tied her hair up, showing her bare neck even more and Seonho tried so hard to stop himself from looking at her collarbone.

“For real?” “Yeah of course! Why not? You watched my play, in turn I should watch yours. I am sure you’re great. So how did you decide to be a stage actor?”

Seonho was stunned at her sudden question. It finally felt like her question was a little bit personal than the previous ones. He was going to answer her but he always felt a little bit embarrassed to talk about anything related to his dreams. He feared that the word that came out and the reality in the future might not be as pretty as he imagined it to be.

“I am actually an introverted person, I used to have a hard time speaking in front of the public, it just always gives me a sudden anxiety. During my second year in university, one of my friends actually introduced me to the theatre club and I started to first help out with the staging and script writing then soon I began to act in small roles and slowly I got trusted with bigger roles and I loved it since then. I loved that I could act as different characters, not be myself for a while and suddenly my fear of standing and speaking in front of the public is long gone. I guess when I abandon my real identity on stage, I also abandon my fear and now acting has been a new part of me.”

When Seonho finally stopped talking, he realized he probably had been talking too much and he just realized that those beautiful eyes had been staring at him while he was talking.

“Sorry if I talked too much,” Seonho said right away.

“No, no, no, please. I love to hear more. It’s always nice to talk to strangers about your struggles you know. Sometimes they give better reactions than your close ones.”

Seonho, again, stunned by her reaction. Why does it feel like she is lonely in her world?

Seonho did not know how to respond to her comment and so he just stared at her beautiful eyes until she spoke again, “I am sorry Seonho-ssi if I asked something too personal. I didn’t mean to offend you or anything,” before Seonho got the chance to even open his mouth, Geunyoung added, “why do we keep apologizing to each other, we didn’t do anything wrong hahaha” followed by a laughter. Her laughing face, her hand tucking a few strands of her hair to the back of her ear, he felt like seeing everything suddenly move in slow motion. Get yourself together Kim Seonho, what are you doing?

Seonho couldn’t help it but also laughed at her words, “Right, what’s wrong with us, hahaha.”

For a moment he felt like he could relate to her so much, like he saw himself in her. He did not know exactly why. 40 minutes ago he was just watching Moon Geunyoung the famous actress on stage and now suddenly he is in a bar having drinks while talking to her. He wondered how he could suddenly feel this intense connection with her.

“If I may ask..” he paused half way, hesitating as to whether he should ask her the question in his head or not. The woman noticed his hesitation so she went ahead and said, “yeah go ahead, you can ask me anything.”

“How does it feel to, I guess, having your dreams settled since you were young?”

The question that Seonho asked was unlike any other question that she had ever received before. Everyone always asked something similar like, “have you always wanted to be an actress?” “How do you like your job in acting?”

“Well uhm, I have always been grateful to be able to do acting since I was little. It has always been my dream since I was 9 or 10 years old. But nowadays, it feels like I have nothing to chase anymore. When people around my age had just started to achieve their dream and got excited about it, they got really excited about their adult life, while I have been living in mine for 10 years yet I am still so young. I don’t know what moves me anymore. I don't wanna be ungrateful but that is how I truly feel inside.”

Seonho, of course, could not relate to anything she just said. He spent his life up until that day just like any other normal person. Grew up with his family, went to school, had a lot of memories with friends and such. He was confused about choosing his major for university until he finally got interested in acting, fell in love with it and he had now only started to build his dream. He had not yet lived in it. So he could understand when she said that “people around my age had just started to achieve their dream,” because he is those people. He was still so excited with what life has to offer and Geunyoung is only a year younger than him.

“You know you can always have more than one dream. Right? I mean life is long enough to tie us into just having one dream and now that you have achieved one, you can always choose another dream. Just go crazy!” Seonho said that while smiling brightly at Geunyoung, the girl could not help but smiled back at him.

“Of course! That makes sense. I want to travel the world, I want to see penguins in Ushuaia, I want to try to live in New York for a short while, I want to… god yeah there are so many things to do. You’re right”

“Right? Wait before you continue, where is that penguin place Ushukai?”

“Ushuaia, it’s a city in Argentina where you can see penguins in their natural habitat. Actually it’s called “End of the World'' because it is located at the Southernmost tip of South America.” Seonho looked at her passionately and talked about her dreams while smiling, he felt like he kinda brought a smile back to her face as she looked a bit gloomy while answering his first question.

“Sure, go see penguins, go to New York, go ….. Uhm what else? Go dive in the ocean and see turtles hahaha. Just do whatever it is that makes you happy.”

“You’re right Seonho-ssi. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being nice”

“Of course, Geunyoung-ssi. Anytime”

They continued to talk for another hour, Geunyoung even ordered another drink after she finished her first glass. He could not possibly order another one since he had a pretty low alcohol tolerance. He did not want to do anything stupid in front of this beautiful women in front of him. Although at that time, he was already a little bit tipsy.

While they were still talking, Seonho caught a glimpse of a few people at the entrance. They had been standing there for around 10 minutes but did not actually enter the club. Some of them had a camera on and he just got a hunch that they might be Geunyoung’s fans. because Geunyoung was sitting facing him, her back was facing the club’s entrance so she her face could not be seen from the outside,

“Geunyoung-ssi, why do I feel like those people outside might be your fans?” Seonho said while trying his best to not be obvious from looking at those people outside.

Out of reflect, Geunyoung immediately turned his head to see what Seonho was talking about. Seonho immediately grabbed Geunyoung’s chin made her face him again before she managed to turn her head fully towards the entrance of the club. As soon as he realized what he was doing he immediately let go of his hand and his face turned even redder now from the alcohol and from touching Geunyoung’s face, “sorry, I just, I thought it’s better if they don’t see you because you know. I am sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“No no no you’re right, it was stupid of me to just turned around. It’s okay, thank you” Geunyoung cut him because she did not want to make the boy feel bad. She knew he did not mean to cross the line or anything, but he looked so nervous and a bit embarrassed after he suddenly grabbed her chin.

“shit what do I do now. I’m gonna be so dead if they took a picture of me” Geunyoung let out her concerns.

“Sajangnim, isn’t there any back exit here?” Seonho asked the owner.

“Not from this floor, you can go upstairs and take the fire escape to go down. The building is strange, I know, but that is your best shot. Let me apologize to you Geunyoung-ssi, usually this area is safe from random fans like that. I don’t know what happened today”

“No worries Sajangnim. It happens” Geunyoung assured the owner to not feel bad.

“It’s okay I can help get you out from here Geunyoung-ssi” Seonho blurted out suddenly. He was already a little bit drunk at that time but thankfully he did stop drinking after just one glass of scotch so he could still totally run and helped Geunyoung escape the club. Geunyoung on the other hand, had a pretty high alcohol tolerance so she was still very much on alert.

“Thank you so much,” Geunyoung answered while putting on her jacket and gathered her stuff.

“You can just follow me” Seonho said as he stood up and walked in front of her. Geunyoung followed him from behind and both of them took the stairs to the second floor. When they finally arrived at the door, Seonho went ahead and opened the door, “I will go down first just in case you slipped out or anything.”

Seonho safely went down first, “give me your purse” Geunyoung threw her purse towards Seonho so she could go down easily, “don’t worry I’m standing right below you. Just take your time.”

Geunyoung slowly went down the fire escape and when she was about to hit the last step, she missed it, thankfully Seonho was there, so he held her waist and she fell back to Seonho’s chest instead, “You okay?” she was practically in Seonho’s embrace for a split second her hair touched Seonho’s nose and in that moment he could smell her woody-floral scent mixed with her sweat even more which drove him crazy. He couldn’t tell anymore if he was drunk from her smell or from the alcohol he had earlier.

“Yes, thank you.” Geunyoung answered hurriedly while looking down and pretending to fox her mini dress because she felt her face suddenly get warm.

“Okay so how-” Seonho was just about to ask how she is gonna get home but both of them heard a bunch of people talking from the direction of the entrance of the club, “I am sure it was Geunyoung unnie you know” as they both looked at the direction of the voice, they could see one of the fans had walked towards where they both was standing.

Without wasting any second, Seonho grabbed her hand and took her inside a small alley between the club and the building behind it. The alley was so small it barely fits the two of them there. They both stood facing each other with his chest glued to hers. Everytime she breathed, he could feel her chest moving, the same goes to Geunyoung. Fuck me. I can feel her breathing right on my chest please dear god please save me from any trouble. My dick better not be doing anything stupid for fuck sake.

Seonho did not know where to look, he looked towards the right at the street to see if those fans were still around, but nothing in sight. He then turned left to see whether there’s another way that they could escape, but the alley was a dead end. When he turned around, his lips brushed her forehead because they were standing so close to each other.

Geunyoung was a bit frightened and overwhelmed with the whole situation that she rested her head on Seonho’s chest while trying to catch the breath. Seonho closed his eyes at the whole situation, he was too overwhelmed with having Geunyoung literally glued to his body and now her head was resting on top of his chest. He rested his head to the wall, praying his dick wouldn’t get hard during this very critical time.

As they were still standing, they could hear the fans voice getting closer from where they were.

“Did you call the taxi already?”

“Yeah, he is gonna come soon. I already said to pick us up here”

Apparently those fans were waiting for their taxi from the side building of the club. Meaning that Seonho and Geunyoung would not be able to go out until those fans left.

Both of them were standing at the back of a bunch of used street signs that were thrown away in that alley so no one could barely see them behind those signs.

Seonho was still in his own madness from having Geunyoung breathed against his chest. They were silent for so long until he broke the silence, “are you okay?”

Geunyoung raised her head and looked at Seonho in the eye, “Yes.”

“Okay good.”

Right after he finished his answer, Geunyoung clasped Seonho’s head and brought his face closer to her face until her lips touched his.

At that time, Geunyoung did not know what was going on with herself. She had just met this guy, Kim Seonho, for the first time and as a celebrity she should be careful with meeting strangers but she just felt like she trusted him. She enjoyed their conversation in the bar, she felt like someone understood her and she has not felt that way for a long time.

She did not know if it was the alcohol kicking in or the loneliness or the fact that this Kim Seonho guy is so handsome and polite, but she just couldn’t control herself.

She started out slowly, kissing the top of his lips and pressing her lips against his. Seonho was taken aback that he just stood still not moving his lips against hers whatsoever. Geunyoung continued to kiss him deeper, now she put her other hand on top of her hand to get him closer to her face. Seonho noticed how the girl in front of him was kissing him hungrily and at that time, he could not think straight anymore he then went ahead and kissed her back. He put his hand at the back of her waist and brought her body even closer to him, as if they were not already feeling each other's breath since 15 minutes ago.

The kiss became deeper and hotter as his hand went down behind her mini dress and squeezed her ass. She reacted to Seonho’s touch by letting out a small moan inside his mouth as she brought her body even closer to Seonho and she could feel the boy got hard against her lower stomach. She continued to kiss him and raised one of her legs half way up so the boy could get better access to squeeze her ass. They finally stopped for a while to catch their breath and Seonho just went straight to her collar bone, sucking it so hard that Geunyoung could not help but let out a moan. He did not want the fans to hear them so he closed her mouth with his hand as he continued to kiss, bite and suck on the girl’s neck while still squeezing her ass. Geunyoung was having a hard time staying quiet as she felt all this sensation from her neck and her ass. She thought maybe it’s better that they just kiss so his mouth would shut her up from moaning and so she put her hands on Seonho’s ears and brought the boy’s lips back to hers. They continued to deepen the kiss and groped each other's body. Geunyoung’s legs are now completely wrapped around Seonho’s hip and she could feel his hardness rubbing against her. She then pushed her hip against his hard dick and Seonho let out a moan for the first time inside her mouth. The guy was already about to lose it when they were still in their full clothing. He then slipped his hand inside Geunyoung’s panties. He was ready to make her feel good inside. As he did that, Geunyoung whispered between their kisses, “yes,” before continuing to kiss him relentlessly again. When his fingers finally arrived at the spot, he noticed that the girl was already so wet. He inserted his three fingers inside and started moving it gently. He could feel Geunyoung shivers in pleasure every time he moved his fingers. As he continued to pleasuring her she grabbed his hair and bit his lower lip, to prevent herself from letting out a loud moan, “you’re so good fuck. I’m so close.” Seonho did not answer to what she said, he was still losing his mind. He was too horny, drunk and he was focusing on pleasuring the woman in front of him. Her low moan inside his mouth in between their kisses was like a drug to his ears. He couldn’t believe he was fingering the nation’s little sister in an alley. The actress that he just got to know her name an hour ago. Not long after, she stopped kissing him and put her head back to the wall behind her, pulling Seonho’s head as well as his tongue was still inside her and her hands were still grabbing his hair tightly, she came and he could feel her warm cum all over his fingers. They were both catching their breaths with Seonho burying his nose against her neck and Geunyoung resting her chin on top of his broad shoulders when her phone rang. He dropped her slowly as she took her phone inside her purse. “Hello? Yes I am still in that club. I was avoiding some fans so if you could turn around and pick me up from the back side of the building that would be great.” Seonho was standing beside her, looking down and his hard dick. Can you calm down now? Please. You’re not getting it tonight. He did not realize for how long they were making out in that alley but he realized then that there were no sounds of the fans anymore. They probably went home already. “So that was my manager. He’s just turning the car around, she’ll be here soon.” Geunyoung said as she fixed her hair and outfit from all the grabbing earlier. “That’s great. I think the fans are gone already.” “Thank you for saving me today.” “Sure, I mean, of course, don’t mention it.” He understood it as she was thanking him for saving her from her fans but what she actually meant was for being a gentleman throughout the evening. She was anxious with her first theatre play and she was not in her right mind, running away from her manager and had a drink alone in a club. She surely never had a stranger whom she met for the first time kissed her, let alone put his fingers inside her but there she was, standing in front of that handsome stranger. Her phone rang and both knew that she had to leave. She took a step forward towards him, put her hand behind his neck and went for a goodbye kiss. They had been kissing for god knows how many minutes but still, when she kissed him again after their make out session, he still got that butterflies in his stomach and so was she. She then parted from the kiss and walked away towards her car.

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OSPREE, six years later

Six years ago I was in my first year as an assistant professor at Harvard and was contemplating the lab's first growth chamber experiment. I had spent a couple years negotiating the funds and selecting six spiffy growth chambers (and then Faye, Dave and the rest of the amazing staff at the Arnold Arboretum got them installed; I did almost bupkis there) to do exciting research. While negotiating for these chambers I kept mum on the fact that I had, um, ah-hem -- you know, never actually used a growth chamber.

But by 2014 I had a pretty cool set of colleagues in my lab, including Dan Flynn who is a gifted experimental ecologist (he is, to this day, the most gifted experimental ecologist I have met) and was going to start a growth chamber experiment! Whoo-hoo! This was possible due to Tim Savas, as expert on the intersection of technical x biological (and an incredible photographer), who had been testing out our spiffy chambers.

But, as the time approached to design the treatments -- what exactly we'd set for the temperature and daylength and light controls in those chambers -- we weren't sure what way to go. I had specifically bought chambers that could do all sorts of neato things (that's right -- neat-o) like replicate sunrise, mirror climate data from a weather station etc.. But we actually just wanted to answer a question about what cues --- warm spring temperatures (forcing), daylength, or cool winter temperatures (chilling) -- plants in our study sites from Massachusetts and Quebec used for spring leafout. We also didn't want to get too crazy as newbies-to-growth-chamber-experiments with our treatments. Which led to the questions: how do you test these cues (including what sort of values of these treatments produce effects)? And (very relatedly), what do others do?

I suggested a lit review to tackle this. Very quickly we realized dozens to hundreds of papers had been published on this topic, but no one had systematically reviewed.

And so launched the OSPREE database, thanks to Dan and Tim (thanks Dan and Tim!). And a series of retreats, starting in January 2016, which I reviewed recently here. "The original 'database,'" Dan recalls, "was probably only five or six columns and a few dozen rows." And the database we worked on for our (finally published first) paper was over 10,000 rows (and more columns than I care to think about)!

Dan and Tim did a LOT of the initial data entry, especially Tim who remembers, "getting trained on ImageJ by Dan and then scraping. This was so fun and it made me feel like some kind of spy/detective sleuthing for evidence. It was a kind of "data collection" I'd never done before." And Tim quickly became the expert on this, so much that I still watch his tutorial video on how to scrape so I can remember how to do it.

Along the way were issues big and small, our git repo for the project currently clocks in at over 300. Lots are checks, modeling issues, double-checks. Many (so many) issues related to data cleaning, and most took a lot of effort. One example Dan pointed out, "a real, peer-reviewed, serious paper in a scientific journal did not report what year the experiment was conducted! So to simply get that single number involved emails to the author, discussions about the paper, code changes...." Since then we've had a few more missing-year papers. I have come to figure that a missing year is usually associated with 'older' data, if you will, meaning authors tend to leave off the year when the data come from 5-10 years before the paper is published. I am sort of not surprised they're doing that, reviewers can be harsh, but we should be running science in a way that values data more so authors don't ever feel bad or bashful about publishing older data. And we needed year! Chilling is so rarely manipulated in growth chambers that the only reasonable way for us to guess at it was to calculate it ourselves using gridded climate data for each particular location and year (thanks to Ailene and Cat's efforts, with the start to it done by Dan).

The OSPREE retreat initially marched on alongside our first growth chamber experiment. The royal we (aka: Dan, Tim, Jehane and Harold in Harvard Forest and Dan and Tim in Saint Hippolyte) took cuttings a year before the first retreat (the selfie of Dan in the hat and Tim is from the Quebec cuttings trip).

Doing the meta-analysis in parallel "was always compelling for me," Tim found. "I think there's something to be said about this perspective from a few different angles. Reading through each author's methods, species, etc. in tandem with running our own gave perspective to the contribution we were trying to make, and reinforced the care necessary for the work. It also stirred interesting questions around how to measure observational phenological measurements, like we talk about in the paper––who indicates "leaf-out" by what parameter, what standards are relied upon like BBCH. Plus doing growth chamber studies myself maybe gave me some permission to lend some scrutiny to other people's.”

And three years later the experiment was published (see here)! But the path to the first OSPREE paper was still long. It was another two years before we submitted a paper we felt good about, that gives an overview of chilling, forcing and daylength cues across temperate woody species.

The work is thanks much to Dan and Tim's efforts, and efforts by Ailene, Cat, Nacho and Dan, who carried the work forward for years after. This was a massively team effort. You can check out the paper here and a sneak behind the scenes of it here, which captures much of the feel of our first retreat. It was at one of our field sites (Saint Hippolyte). It was January, it was snowy (and got snowier just after we wrapped, I recall lots of cancelled flights). There was also a improv game of 'surprise!' presentations (where you try to give a totally straight-faced academic talk through a series of slides you have never scene, and the slides are all from real talks, but -- wow -- are there some weird slides in academic talks) and -- of course -- GeoGuesser.

I'll end on a ‘warning’ Dan mentioned: "we were just doing due diligence to prepare for an experiment, and ended up on a multi-year journey of paper reading and data analysis. So just because a bunch of experiments have been conducted doesn’t mean their data are directly comparable or straightforward to synthesize.” I for one though am happy to have a few more people in the world who realize how much work a good meta-analysis takes, and I think the advances are worth all the efforts.

Vive la synthèse!

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How To Match Your Perfume To Your Mood

Scent is a powerful thing. The fragrance of apple pie can take you right back to your grandparents’ house on a Sunday, while the aroma of freshly ground coffee can have you bounding out of bed, ready to embrace the day.

The science

But what is it about scent that affects us on such an emotional level? Perfumer Roja Dove says it’s all down to hormones.

“Scent fundamentally alters how we feel. Smell is not processed in the nose, it’s processed in the most primitive part of the brain. When we smell any odor, the synapses in the brain are stimulated, altering the hormone balance in our body.”

Below, nine influencers share their emotional connection to scent:

In fact, our sense of smell is more powerful, and more closely interlinked with our emotional response, than any other.

When we see, touch, hear or taste something, that information is sent to a small structure in the brain called the thalamus, where it’s processed before it travels to parts of the brain associated with memory and emotion.

However, smells bypass the thalamus and are sent directly to these parts of the brain, producing a much more intense psychological reaction.

If you’re considering giving your perfume collection an update, here’s how to hit the right note:

If you’re feeling passionate

Romance on the cards? Opt for a floral scent. The association of roses and love is based on more than just a chick flick cliché: phenylethylamine, the chemical that gives the flower its signature scent, slows down the breakdown of beta-endorphins, which block the sensation of pain. Ever heard someone liken being in love to a feeling of walking on air? You can thank the roses for that.

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Why not try Louis Vuitton’s Attrape-rêves, which layers peonies and patchouli with fresh notes of lychee?

Or if girly florals aren’t your thing, fragrances containing warm and comforting notes of cacao or leather feel sexy and seductive. Louis Vuitton’s Dans La Peau (literally, ‘in the skin’) is intense and alluring, while Turbulences mirrors the intoxicating uncertainty of love – making it the perfect date perfume.

If you’re feeling energized

For an emotional boost, Emmanuelle Moeglin, founder of Experiential Perfume Club, advises looking out for citrusy and aromatic top notes, which will leave you feeling invigorated. ‘These are ingredients that are very fresh and immediate to the nose… a sensory ‘wake-up’ effect,’ says Moeglin.

Dove agrees: “Citrus notes have been used for centuries to revive, uplift, inject life, and boost vitality. Think about the effect of someone peeling an orange in a stuffy train carriage – it instantly recharges the stale, stagnant air.”

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Opt for a refreshing scent with mandarin or lemon, both of which are known for their clarifying properties and will help to boost your productivity like Le Jour Se Lève. Or if you prefer something more earthy, look for a perfume with notes of cedar or spicy pepper like Louis Vuitton’s Rose de Vents or Apogée.

If you’re feeling indulgent

If you’ve been running at 100 miles per hour, wind down with warm base notes such as oriental amber. For something slightly more androgynous, indulgently deep scents like sandalwood, used traditionally in aromatherapy to induce a calm and meditative state, will help you to relax with just a single spritz.

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Louis Vuitton’s Matière Noire pairs floral freshness with a deep, woody intensity while Mille Feux combines deep leather and tangy raspberry with a touch of saffron.

If you favor a more classic perfume, try fresh, vanilla-based fragrances like Contre Moi. The perfect fragrance for those days you feel like curling up under a blanket, the heat of your skin amplifies this perfume’s subtle muskiness, with Tahitensis vanilla sourced by Louis Vuitton’s Master Perfumer Jacques Cavallier Belletrud, who spent months travelling the five continents in search of the best raw materials for his fragrances.

Plus, vanilla has been found to be the most universally enjoyed scent, ensuring you’re a calming energy wherever you go.

Found the perfect perfume to suit your mood? Shop the Les Parfums collection from Louis Vuitton below:

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13 Things You Should Know About Michter’s

As much as it tries to root itself in the past, Michter’s is actually a brand to pay attention to going forward. It’s investing it all — from millions of dollars to highly skilled palates — into becoming as authentically “Kentucky” as possible. Not to mention, Michter’s is not afraid of investing in serious aging, or experimenting with new processes and flavor profiles.

Here are 13 things you need to know about the brand that’s kind of dying to impress you (let them).

Michter’s isn’t bourbon or rye.

Well, it’s not just bourbon, nor rye. At its baseline, Michter’s is straight bourbon and straight rye. This means that the booze is aged at least two years, or in this case, over four (more on that below). There are other aspects to bourbon and rye, of course, but the main thing to know for Michter’s is the rye is spicier, and the bourbon is just a bit smoother.

It’s a Kentucky brand that started with locally grown Pennsylvania rye.

We all know bourbon doesn’t have to be made in Kentucky, right? Well, the distillery that became the Kentucky-identifying Michter’s actually began in Pennsylvania in the mid-18th century. Around 1753, Swiss Mennonite brothers Johann and Michael Shenk started the distillery that would become Michter’s, producing one of the earliest local American whiskeys with rye from its own grain fields in Schaefferstown in eastern Pennsylvania.

Washington used it to booze up his troops.

George Washington is rumored to have purchased whiskey from Shenk in the winter of 1778 to warm his troops stationed at Valley Forge. In truth, the connection between modern day Michter’s and that O.G. Pennsylvania Mennonite distillery is tenuous at best. Basically, the people who founded Michter’s bought the rights to the lapsed trademark from Shenk’s distilling efforts. So, no, drinking modern-day Michter’s doesn’t qualify as a decent substitute for reciting the Pledge of Allegiance.

It wasn’t called Michter’s until the 1950s.

Over the course of the Pennsylvania distillery’s existence, it was called many things — Bomberger’s, mostly, and later Pennco — and finally, Michter’s for a very sentimental but also very savvy marketing reason.

The name is made up — and also adorable.

Michter’s always sounded like an Irish cola brand to us, or maybe one of the trillion failed diagnoses in an episode of “House” (right up there with sarcoidosis). It’s actually a made-up word, and the creation of mid-20th century distillery owner Louis Forman, who co-owned the Pennsylvania distillery with Charles Everett Beam — yes, of that family. After Forman took over, he named the first pot-still sour mash whiskey “Michter’s” after his sons Michael and Peter, making Michter’s like the Kimye of American whiskeys.

Michter’s is a bit of a Frankenstein brand.

Sure, it tries to be all historic and old timey-looking — see the 1753 on the label? — but Michter’s is kind of a bourbon Frankenstein, or really Dr. Frankenstein’s bourbon monster: It’s patched together from a bunch of different elements and given life by people who believe (at times maniacally) in the brand. It can claim a tie-in to the historic Shenk distillery because that location briefly became Michter’s in the 1950s. But it also asserts itself as part of Whiskey Row in Downtown Louisville — literally on Main Street — trying to graft Kentucky authenticity onto its jumbled infrastructural past. But questions as to where the bourbon’s been made abound. Whiskey reviewers, and even whiskey guru and author Chuck Cowdery, can’t trace the source of Michter’s actual bourbon with total transparency from the brand itself. Short answer: Like many bourbons, Michter’s distilling has been outsourced, but with the development of its own farm and even a micro-distillery in Louisville, it’s trying to bring things in-house.

Michter’s is basically born-again Kentucky whiskey.

Michter’s began in Pennsylvania, and died there, too, with the brand declaring bankruptcy in 1989. It was forced to close its doors on Valentine’s Day of the following year, and we can only assume the employees drank a bunch of Michter’s and cried in the tub. But the name was revived thanks to the joint efforts of bourbon lovers Joe Magliocco and Dick Newman of Chatham Imports, who bought the brand name in 1997. It would take some years and cash to establish a presence in Kentucky, which today includes a 145-acre grain farm in Springfield purchased in 2018.

Michter’s started doing its own distilling in Kentucky proper in 2015. Previously, in the early 2000s, Michter’s had whiskeys being made to its specifications by other Kentucky distilleries, and began experimenting at its own place in Shively in 2014. It finally produced Kentucky-made Michter’s in 2015.

Reborn Michter’s owes its depth to female palates.

When she stepped up to replace the legendary Willie Pratt as Michter’s master distiller in 2016, Pam Heilmann became the first female master distiller at a Kentucky Distillers’ Association distillery since Prohibition. And while she recently handed over the reins to Dan McKee — whom she basically brought over to Michter’s with her — and took on the more flexible role of Master Distiller Emeritus, female palates continue to pervade the Michter’s brand. In fact, Master of Maturation Andrea Wilson is still running the barrel side of things, and with an obsession with barrel science and a Kentucky moonshiner grandfather, Wilson’s resume surely adds to Michter’s credibility.

Michter’s is both ageless and aged.

In its roster of products, Michter’s has Straight Bourbon and Straight Rye; both are labeled “no age statement,” meaning they’re at least four years old, and some 10- and even quarter-century-old variants are out there. But it also makes something completely different: Michter’s US*1 Unblended American Whiskey, a product that, it says, is “aged in a way that utilizes whiskey-soaked barrels to achieve a rich and unique flavor profile.” Unique is a keyword there — though divisive might work, too, as some reviews describe it as ultra-smooth, over-vanilla-ed, lacking depth, Werther’s-proximate, and more.

Michter’s makes rye that’s as old as Halsey.

You know, the singer who made line dancing both scary and sexy? Michter’s seems to want to dig deep into bourbon street cred, which is mostly earned with time, i.e., history or actual aging. By definition, since they’re designated “straight,” Michter’s Straight Bourbon and Straight Rye are aged at least two years — and since they have no age statements, they’re definitely aged at least four years. Yes, American whiskey gets squirrely about admitting its real age, but Michter’s isn’t’ afraid of admitting how old some of its whiskies are: It distills some significantly aged whiskies, like a 25-year Kentucky Straight Rye that’s incredibly difficult to come by but, per one happy customer, was “incredibly rich and spicy” and “drank well with an upside down pineapple cake.”

Michter’s toasts its bourbon.

Less in a hearty cheers sense, and more in a marshmallow sense: In addition to aging some of its whiskey in special pre-whiskey-soaked barrels, Michter’s likes to play with the toast aspect of classic bourbon (all bourbon must be made in charred new American white oak barrels). In 2014, it began making “Toasted Barrel” expressions of both its Straight Rye and Straight Bourbon. To make its Toasted Barrel expressions, Michter’s ages both its rye and bourbon for an extra 18 months in a barrel that, rather than being charred per usual standards, is gently toasted. The idea is to impart those caramel, woody, toasty notes and create another layer of interaction between the bourbon and browned oak.

Its Louisville distillery took eight years and $8 million to build.

The historic 1890 Fort Nelson building that Michter’s originally chose for its Kentucky-authenticity-bestowing Downtown Louisville micro-distillery actually turned out to be, well, super dangerous. So much so that the brand couldn’t move in when it first bought the building back in 2011. Instead, Michter’s had to wait about eight years and spend close to $8 million to get the building back into shape, which it did. It helps that Maglicco is an architecture lover, and that the building, much like the Michter’s bourbon brand, had good bones.

You can get Michter’s for $40, or $4,000.

Michter’s Straight Kentucky Bourbon sells for around $40, and some reviewers say that’s a bit high for the relative simplicity of the product. But Michter’s can get more complex, and more expensive: In 2013, it created Michter’s Celebration Sour Mash Whiskey, a blend of its 30- and 20-year aged Straight Bourbon and Rye bottled at 112.3 proof and sold for about 4K. Per Michter’s president Joe Magliocco, the whiskey is packed with flavors like caramel, tobacco, and coffee — like smoking a Marlboro outside of Starbucks, but way more deliciously (and expensively). Michter’s did it again in 2016 and 2019, with a rye-heavy offering that clocks in at 115 proof and costs around $6,500 to $7,000.

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13 Things You Should Know About Michters

Here are 13 things you need to know about the brand that’s kind of dying to impress you (let them).

Michter’s isn’t bourbon or rye.

It’s a Kentucky brand that started with locally grown Pennsylvania rye.

Washington used it to booze up his troops.

It wasn’t called Michter’s until the 1950s.

The name is made up — and also adorable.

Michter’s is a bit of a Frankenstein brand.

Michter’s is basically born-again Kentucky whiskey.

Reborn Michter’s owes its depth to female palates.

Michter’s is both ageless and aged.

Michter’s makes rye that’s as old as Halsey.

Michter’s toasts its bourbon.

Its Louisville distillery took eight years and $8 million to build.

You can get Michter’s for $40, or $4,000.

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13 Things You Should Know About Michter’s

Here are 13 things you need to know about the brand that’s kind of dying to impress you (let them).

Michter’s isn’t bourbon or rye.

It’s a Kentucky brand that started with locally grown Pennsylvania rye.

Washington used it to booze up his troops.

It wasn’t called Michter’s until the 1950s.

The name is made up — and also adorable.

Michter’s is a bit of a Frankenstein brand.

Michter’s is basically born-again Kentucky whiskey.

Reborn Michter’s owes its depth to female palates.

Michter’s is both ageless and aged.

Michter’s makes rye that’s as old as Halsey.

Michter’s toasts its bourbon.

Its Louisville distillery took eight years and $8 million to build.

You can get Michter’s for $40, or $4,000.

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castawxayaway · 7 years

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another lifetime

(also I’m writing this listening to dodies new EP. god she is so talented and beautiful, if you’re wondering what my favourite song is it has to be the Instrumental, followed by In The Middle!)

requested by the lovely @thelightthatisblindingme you guys ask for it, and I’ll write it. (and this is a lot of heartbreak, you’ve been prewarned) this is actually based off of my time in London, well moreso my day dreaming. also the prompt list I reblogged a while ago, this is #85: don’t lie to me.

prompt list / collection of my writing / requests open *nudge nudge*

Rushing I stood before the coloured lines and names I would soon forget, attempting to decipher which one I'd need to be on. People passed me with a sense of urgency, each having a place to go to with plans in mind whilst I stand utterly clueless. To my left I can hear a train coming, I scan for the name that I was told to go to, once I find it I let my brain sort it out and quickly walk to see the train originally there gone along with most of the people around.

I glance up to see it would be on its way in the next few minutes, so I allow myself to breathe, let my heart beat calm down slightly as there are fewer people here to notice my paranoid state. London, as much as it is a beautiful city, it is one that I cannot cope with on a daily basis let alone a work meeting. Taking a look at those around me you can differ between the tourists and the commuters, for once I fall into the latter.

Loud noises begin to stir in the tunnel, air begins to circulate around us as my train approaches. Already everyone is getting ready, taking a position waiting for a door to open before them. Copying them I wait behind the yellow line, trying to keep my breathing under control as it whizzes by, blurring every face in the cabins until it is just colour. Before me is a half empty cabin, I let out a sigh of relief as I sit down, my own reflection facing me in the glass.

My vision shifts between my tinted cheeks and clammy palms to the empty track and platform filled with people waiting for the next train. We sit still, not going immediately like I had anticipated. Instead the train for the other side of the platform runs alongside us in the opposite direction. Everything blurs, those standing, sitting, swaying, listening to music, doing their makeup. It all becomes primary colours until it comes to a halt and more people join those originally there.

Keeping my head down as I check my phone I glance up, only to see myself still in the glass, but also the other carriage in front of me. Someone tall is blocking my view, but as I sigh they stand up revealing who is sat on the far side of the carriage close to the platform. I raise an eyebrow as they keep their head down, a mess of dark brown hair just tasselled back. It’s just a mere coincidence, I repeat in my head in attempt for my heart to calm the beating to its necessary amount rather than its current state.

I can see him lifting his head, so I look back down, then around at the carriage I’m in before focusing back on him. My breath becomes caught in my throat as he looks my way, clearly not seeing me as his glasses aren’t on, but the jacket is. He blinks a few times before pulling his glasses out and slipping them on, leaning forward and actually seeing me. My cheeks begin to burn as my vision shifts between my worried expression to his confused look. We both simply look at each other, neither having the opportunity to say a word as the beeping sounds, the doors shut. I open my mouth as he does, yet no words come and we both move in opposite directions.

Once the windows turn black I relax into the stiff fabric, unsure what to think or how to process the sight I just saw. It’s been three years. Three whole years without seeing his face, yet the one day, the one day I’m back. I scoff silently to myself at the coincidence, partially grateful knowing it won’t happen again. London is a big city, the chances of seeing him twice? Highly unlikely. Instead of dwelling I listen to the automated voice announcing the stations with little emotion, just monotone. Zoning out I watch my reflection, how I cross my leg over the other one, tilt my head and rest my arm on my leg, unable to get him off of my mind.

Stumbling up the step I search for my keys as my friends drive off, trying to laugh quietly in order to keep the neighbours at peace, as well as him. I wear the same goofy smile on my face as I recall the haziness of the night we just had, the shots, the dancing and the uneasy walk along the beach. As the door unlocks I slip my shoes off and before I can continue getting undressed the stair creaks.

As I hear the announcement for Oxford Circus I stand up, and try to push the memory back, back where it should be along with his harsh words. The words that my heart is still healing from. The doors open and I push through the people, his words whispered between them as I forced through the masses and towards the stairs, towards the air.

He sat there still, watching me in low lighting as I giggled to myself. As I caught his gaze he wore disappointment heavy in his eyes, the same look he has worn for days now, the love and light has been isolated and torn apart leaving this. I felt the sweetness go, only to be replaced by the bitterness that carves a rightful place in my heart. “It’s 4 in the morning.” All he does is moan about me being out, yet he is barely here. There is more to me than sitting here, waiting for him to get home. Sometimes I just wish he could see that, that I have a life outside of our relationship. Hanging my coat up I place my bag on top of it, reaching for my phone. “That him then?” He piped up, a sour look crossed his face, yet I shrugged it off.

Glancing down to my wrist I can feel the redness, the stinging still despite how long it has been. I reach my arm into my coat pocket, keeping it out of sight to hide the invisible mark that he left. Like everyone else I blended in, I kept my head down as I exited the station and took a deep breath of the polluted air allowing the familiar toxic sensation back into my life.

“That hurts.” Any soft warm feeling that was in my body had been drained, instead the burning that pulsed in my wrist as he held it replaced it. I locked eyes with him as we both stood up on the stairs, him towering me. “Let go.” I spoke with force, and he let go as I tried to hide the mark he left, I’ve never seen him this way before.

Walking away from him I held back the tears in my eyes, knowing soon he would see them in the morning light. “How long has it been then, huh?” Turning round I glance his way, seeing the heaviness in his face. I roll my eyes, but that only makes it worse for him. Before I know it he is behind me, keeping a close eye on me as I hesitate to get undressed. “Who is he? This guy you keep on meeting.” He spits the words with so much venom I can see it burning at my feet.

Confusion lies heavy in my eyes as I simply stare at him. “What guy? I’m not cheating on you!” I yell in frustration, unable to fathom his accusations. “I was with the girls, that’s all so stop being so dramatic.” Groaning I walk off to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me and locking it.

As I lie against the door I can feel him on the other side, lying down I see his feet at the door, waiting for me to come out. “Just tell me who he is, it’s that easy.” He spoke with an uneasy amount of calmness in his tone, the sort that makes you feel moreso on edge than before.

“There isn’t a guy, Dan! You’re the only one I have.” I repeat myself again, wanting to slam my head against the door in fury.

He pounds on the door, causing me to jump. I move away from it, cowering by the toilet. “Don’t lie to me.” I can feel his rage through the thin wooden panels, the look that won’t wear off like the alcohol in my system. As he continues to tell me awful things about myself I know and try to remind myself that he’s drunk, he only could say such things when he is in such a state.

Sending my friends a text they reply saying to wait it out, that they’d be here soon enough. I relax against the toilet, waiting for them to turn up as I zone out of his comments, the toxins he spews at me through the door.

It took Will, Woody and Kyle to calm him down that night, they took him away to sober him up. A few days after I could barely look at him after what he said to me. We ended things when he tried to get help with his drinking, that was the last time I saw him, in his denim jacket and those glasses. The same ones he is wearing today.

I walk with caution, a hint of fear arising around my shoulders as I feel him nearing me despite travelling in a different direction. Nearing the building I ease the tension that builds in my muscles, knowing for a few hours that I’m secure in here, I won’t see him here.

Throughout the entire talk I can barely focus, every time someone speaks all I can picture is how different he seemed. Has he changed? Maybe he is better now, maybe he is stable. Maybe. Has be got his life back on track? Is he happy?

Am I happy having seen him? Or am I just kidding myself?

Once the meeting is over I walk out with a few colleagues, unable to laugh along wholeheartedly like I normally would. “You alright?” One asks me as they brush my arm.

Snapping out of it I nod, “Never been better.” I lie through my teeth and force a smile. With that we all walk different ways, I call a taxi to go somewhere relaxing, to what was once my haven. To Hyde Park.

As I get out I can’t help but feel years younger, I’m in my early twenties again, full of ambition about my future and the dreams I have. Walking around I take a seat, taking in the scenery before leaving once again, giving in. I close my eyes and picture my younger self again, how content I could be here. “Of all the places, I knew you’d find yourself back here.” Opening my eyes I glance to my left, trying to hide my shaking hands and sweaty palms.

My eyes trail up his attire, he seems more put together compared to back then. His hands relax, they no longer shake contrasting my own. I reach his face, he’s barely aged yet his stubble is more prominent now. His eyes differ entirely, they don’t lack dimension like they once did, instead they burst with colour, with varying shades of blue. It’s as if the alcohol drained the colour, any hope he once had yet now it is fully restored.

A smile grows on his face as I sit still, an involuntary smile growing on my own. “Always my place to think.” I state, unsure what else I can say or fathom as he hovers by the seat next to me, neither of us sure on the boundaries between us. I pat the spot next to me, “I don’t bite.” Joking I ease the tension, he sits next to me and both of us relax in the silence and watch the world go by.

“How come you’re in London?” He speaks up a few minutes later after we’ve seen business folk walk by, families and pets being walked.

Rubbing my lips I pause before answering, I ponder turning to face him, let our knees touch or to relax entirely knowing it’s him. “Business stuff, I’m working on a new piece of artwork and they want to review my ideas.” I explain, still keeping a safe distance.

His face lights up entirely, the brightness in his eyes contrasts what I once knew. “That is,” Pausing he shifts his body to face him, lifting his arms up and bringing them down with joy as he finishes his sentence. “that is unbelievable.” A warm smile is evident on his face. “You always wanted to do something like that.” He mumbles to himself before looking away, clearly having the same memories as I am.

“And you? Still here then?” I pipe up, trying to distract us both.

“Yeah, yeah.” He wipes his face, focusing ahead rather than on me. “Band is still doing really well, just working on our new album.” He says it as if it is nothing, that his music is no big deal. If only he could see what I saw, what his fans saw.

Nudging him he shifted slightly, “That is huge Dan, your fans will love it, they always do.” Speaking with more spirit in my voice he straightens his back, we both ease into a conversation as if it is like old times. A time before we both became polluted.

“So, where did you move to?” He asks as the conversation drops, the quiet makes my heart beating faster more apparent. “I tried to come back to the flat, but you were gone. It got sold.” I can see the pain, the hurt that has branded him.

My heart drifts back to that time, the tearing of my artery being lived again, as if it were the first time. “I couldn’t talk to you, I told the others. They said if I told you, directly that it could set you back.” Shaking my head my hands gripped the bench. “I didn’t want you to get worse. All I wanted was for you to be you again.” I whisper under my breath, but the way his hand is reaching for mine, he knows what I said.

I watch carefully as his hand nears mine, I can see it happening, but I can’t feel it. “I’m me again, I promise you.” He whispers as he tries to connect our hands, but I pull mine away quickly.

Locking eyes with him I can see how hard he is trying, but I just can’t. “I’m sorry Dan.” Standing up he sits still, a pleading look fading into the hope. “My heart can’t take the pain, even if good is in the mix the pain will be prominent.”

He stands up, keeping a comfortable distance between us. “Look, I fucked up, I know.” He sighs and begins to fidget. “And why would you want to trust me, we live different lives, but doesn’t part of you wonder what could have been?”

Part of me wants to nod, for us to start over, relive what we had. “We aren’t kids anymore, Dan.” But no, I shut it out. I push it back with the pain to the spot that should not be opened, the stitches that should not be cut open too soon. “I can’t try again.” I take a few steps backwards, before walking off.

His eyes, the hope mixed with ambition behind the glass is something I’ll keep locked in my memory. That is something I won’t push, force backwards like the bad and the painful times. I’ll always remember the singer in the glasses, even if in his darkest days he doesn’t know me.

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torentialtribute · 5 years

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Wimbledon highs and lows including Rafael Nadal classics

Wimbledon is nearing a close for another year, with Simona Halep picking up the Ladies' Singles title.

two weeks of brilliant action, there is plenty of talk about the back of moments of high incident.

Sportsmail's expert MIKE DICKSON has pulled his highs and lows together from another brilliant year of the competition.

Wimbledon is nearing an end for another year, with Mike Dickson looking at his highs and lows

Best match

As was the case last year, Rafael Nadal was involved in both. Contests against Nick Kyrgios and Roger Federer were hyped to the heavens and somehow they came close to fulfilling expectations. The Kyrgios match just shades for its unusual mixture of strangeness, brilliance and personal enmity.

The third round between Coco Gauff and Polona Hercog was not necessarily the Grand Cru in technical terms, but as an absorbing battle with some fascinating human dimensions. It was hard to beat.

Best talker / sausage talker

Simona Halep, charmed the birds from the trees with her acceptance interview on Saturday, and in press conferences can be relied upon not to succumb to groupthink.

The worst performer in press conferences award can be hereon known as winner of the Venus Williams award, named after the player has performed the unusual trick or becoming ruder and less articulate with age.

Simona Halep charmed the birds from the trees with the acceptance interview on Saturday

Royal Box guest of the fortnight

Woody Harrelson showed, there, stamina in watching the men's doubles final only for his refueling habits to be caught on camera and shared on social media.

It should be said that Woody is a regular visitor to tennis, and has a reputation for being a genius and down-to-earth guest.

So long, farewell

Cyprus's former semi-finalist Marcos Baghdatis played his last match and imagined the contents of his bags in a mass giveaway or equipment to the crowds. Maria Sharapova, not quite such a universally popular figure, spoke as if there were doubts about whether she would return.

Cyprus's former semi-finalist Marcos Baghdatis played his last match on July 4 at Wimbledon

Doubles karma

The machinations of who plays with who caused plenty of intrigue, and probably the odd ripple or damage fraud thereafter in certain quarters. Andy Murray’s partner Pierre Hugues Herbert, Jay Clarke and others were among those who failed to prosper after upsetting their partners. Nicolas Mahut had the last laugh on Herbert by making the men's doubles final.

Nice to see you

The all-star dream team of Serena Williams and Andy Murray did not sweep all before them but seeing the twice-singles champion back at SW19 warmed the heart. Next year he will be back, hopefully, in singles combat but it should not be underestimated how much will have to go right for that to happen.

Seeing the twice-singles champion Andy Murray back at SW19 this month warmed the heart

Biggest fail

The next generation of male players continues to be worryingly invisible, with no end in sight to the dominance of the three titans. The gestation period of the new stars is starting to make that or an elephant look short. Nick Kyrgios, at least he was up to challenge Rafael Nadal.

Most welcome newcomer

Coco Gauff, by a landslide. A real player and impressively articulate with it, the 15 year-old provided a huge shot in the arm to the tournament and was partly responsible for a surge in American TV viewing figures. She will need to carefully handled from here. With a potential 20 or more so Wimbledons to play, this need not be a young woman in a hurry.

Coco Gauff was the most welcome newcomer at Wimbledon this year by a landslide

Biggest fine

The book was thrown at Bernard Tomic, aka The Tank Engine, due to his previous in this department. His swinging fine or £ 45,000 actually sparked an intelligent debate about where the boundaries should be on judging how much a player has tried or not.

Press conference drama

A national debate, almost eclipsing the news weightier matters such as the departure of Britain's husband in Washington, ensued after Jo Konta's caustic exchange with a newspaper reporter. Hard questioning? Yes. Sexist? No.

The more melancholy incident was a double Grand Slam champion curtailing the interview as she was overcome with emotion – Gauff's handlers please take note.

Jo Konta's caustic exchange with a newspaper reporter led to a national debate

Best innovation

The Court One robbery was a welcome addition, and made scheduling easier. The newly expanded Court 12 has nicely expanded and looks impressive, now a better arena than Court 3. The 12-12 tiebreak was something of a non-event but a couple of suggestions for next year: the introduction of an on court shot clock and restrictions on dubious toilet breaks.

The Brit Awards

A benign set of draws meant that there was no first week Brit wipeout, luckily for the LTA. While the run ended in disappointment and some controversy, it should not be forgotten that Jo Konta followed up the French Open semi by taking out two top ten players and making the last eight, a fine effort when all was said and done. An honorable mention, too, for Dan Evans.

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ianmkeenan · 6 years

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Redd Cross

Information about Redd Cross:

Effects

Fragrance

Flavors

Adverse reactions

Medical

Growing

Flowering time

This hybrid plant tends to be more Indica rather than balanced, although it can be both. Redd Cross was named in a strain naming contest and is attributed to the late Dan Christensen. This plant’s warm and fuzzy effects have become a mainstream hit, along with its ability to relieve pain without knocking you out completely.

Redd Cross is a balanced hybrid with slightly more indica qualities, with sour and greasy aromas. This hybrid plant was created by crossing Spirit Of 76, with the genetics of a mysterious Afghani indica, resulting in a floral and fruity mix with uplifting and relaxing qualities.

This hybrid plant is known for being an effective pain reliever that can make all the difference in how you manage your condition. Redd Cross was created by Genetics Gone Mad and his since risen to popularity due to its many medical uses and its reliability, helping many patients reduce the occurrences of their symptoms more successfully.

Information about Redd Cross:

ORIGIN Spirit of 76′ mixed with Afghani EFFECTS dizzy – 10 dry mouth – 10 dry eyes – 5 paranoid – 1 headache – 1 ADVERSE REACTIONS (NEGATIVE) dry mouth – 10 dry eyes – 9 dizzy – 1 headache – 1 paranoid – 1 FRAGRANCE sweet, earthy, lemon, pine, sour FLAVORS pine, sweet, woody, earthy MEDICAL depression – 10 nausea – 10 pain – 10 seizures – 8 headaches – 3 FLOWERING TIME INDOORS 8-9 weeks FLOWERING TIME OUTDOORS mid October PLANT HEIGHT Tall THC CONTENT % 20% CBD % 8% INDICA / SATIVA % 50% / 50% INDOOR YIELD 12oz/ m2 OUTDOOR YIELD 15oz/ plant CLIMATE warm and temperate outdoor climate GROWTH LEVEL easy RESISTANCE TO DISEASE resistant to common molds and mildew

* 10 is the highest * 1 is the lowest

Effects

This potent plant is known for being an ideal choice for those days when pure relaxation is the main thing on the menu. This plant will make you feel cerebrally and physically soothed, leaving no room for any negativity or stress to set in, allowing you to simply focus on feeling good and light.

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Many of this strains fans love it for the fact that it can help them fall sleep easier and faster at night. Redd Cross enables those who struggle with a long a day with an easier way to get some shut eye at night, as it makes for a lovely evening smoke.

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Redd Cross is also very tingly in the body, adding to the sensations that will make you feel good. This strain will also make you hungry, so it’ll be a bit of a race between whether or not you feel hungry or sleepy first. Steady waves of euphoria will always be present in this bud’s high, making you feel good from head to toe

Fragrance

This strain is an aromatic treat that is guaranteed to invoke an appetite in you. Redd Cross is very sweet smelling, with a general earthiness that is marked with a hint of sour. This strain is lemony, making the room smell like sweet and fresh pine, which will last for quite a while.

Flavors

Redd Cross is delicious and can taste quite earthy and woody on the inhale especially. It’s smoke will taste sweet and slightly sour, with a creamy undertone to it. Upon expiration, you will feel how the smoke will leave a trace of sweetness inside of your mouth, which will make you lick your lips.

Adverse Reaction

Redd Cross may have some adverse reactions that can affect less experienced smokers especially. This bud is likely to make you feel slightly dizzy, which may worsen over time, so it is recommended to stick to a dose that you’re able to handle in order to avoid these side effects.

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Other adverse reactions when smoking this bud may include a dry mouth sensation, coupled with dry and irritated eyes. Redd Cross can also make you feel slightly paranoid at times, especially if you overdone the dosage, so caution is always recommended, as this bud is above average potent.

Medical

Many patients love this flower for the medical uses it has to offer, as Redd Cross is appropriately named due to its many medical abilities. This hybrid is very effective in treating conditions such as chronic and severe depression, allowing patients to feel hopeful and optimistic regardless of whatever comes their way.

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Redd Cross is also able to greatly reduce chronic nausea, which is especially useful to patients who struggle to regain their appetite after cancer treatment and chemotherapy. These treatments often invoke chronic nausea in patients, causing them to lose weight as a result of lack of appetite.

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This plan can reduce chronic and severe pain, making a huge difference in the management of back aches, muscle spasms and severe migraines. Redd Cross can also help patients who suffer from chronic seizures, and help those who suffer from recurring and chronic headaches as well.

Growing

Redd Cross s can be grown both indoors as well as outdoors, and can be expected to grow into a tall and lanky plant with heavy branches. A plant that is resistant to most common diseases as well as molds, this bud is quite easy to cultivate, and can produce a whopping 8% CBD at harvest time.

Flowering Time

Indoors Growing this plant indoors, you can expect a yield of around 12 ounces per square meters. Red Cross can take around 8 to 9 weeks to finish flowering before harvest.

Outdoors When growing this plant outdoors, a yield should equal to around 15 ounces per plant, which should be ready around the middle of October on average.

Have you ever smoked or grown your own Redd Cross? Please let me know what you think about this marijuana strain in the comments below.

Robert

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anastralhologram · 6 years

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”I can’t believe you guys do this for a job!”

Rinan exclaimed, still on a bit of a high after performing in front of so many people. She had always been a performer but never to this extent and it was exhilarating. Kyle mentioned her joining the band and a subtle blush rose to the apples of her cheeks. It was dim though, so no one noticed. She was so appreciative of them letting her join in; she thanked them all several times. Finally, Woody mentioned something about hitting up some bars. Alex… Rinan cleared her throat. “Thanks again for this amazing night, guys, but I think I’d better head home.” She didn’t give a reason. She didn’t need to and it was no one’s business that she may be meeting up with Mr. Turner later that evening.

She felt a warm hand on her back through the thin fabric of her romper. “I think I’m going to head back to the hotel, too. I’m exhausted.” Rinan nodded, assuming he must really be exhausted after that amazing performance he had just done. This is it, I guess. She thought to herself, feeling the night coming to a close between the two of them. They walked quietly, hand in hand through the way they had come in and as Dan held the door open for her, she was hit with a cool whip of wind. It felt amazing outside, enjoying the small drizzle that was falling from the sky. Rinan felt goosebumps rising on her arms. Waiting for her driver, Dan broke the silence, leaning close to her. “When you said you needed to head home, I’m hoping that you meant back to my hotel room?”

Rinan tilted her head to the side, not expecting him to be so forward with her. She moved closer to him in response. “I think you mean ‘back to your bed’.” She retorted, biting down on her lower lip gently, her mischievous eyes staring into his until he leaned his, his lips pressing into hers. She kissed back, softly, just trying to savor this feeling, not know how long she’d be able to feel this way. Her car pulled up and the two broke apart. He opened her door for her and she climbed inside. Upon getting inside, she slipped her boots off and wiggled her toes around. If it were up to her, she’d never wear shoes. The two talked about several things. Like, dislikes, just general things, nothing too deep. He asked her a question about her family, but she deterred from answering. Her family was just a whole other thing that she herself didn’t understand.

They made it to the hotel and his room in pretty good time. He asked if she were hungry as she took a seat on his bed, her feet dangling off of the edge. “Yeah, I’ll just have whatever you are, thank, Dan.” She told him, intentionally saying his name. She wanted to see how she felt saying it. Pleasant, and not awkward at all. She didn’t plan on eating. She didn’t know what she had planned on. It was just once again, they were alone together. She enjoyed his company and couldn’t help but wonder if the whole night was just a clever rouge to get her back in bed. She didn’t mind of course; she had enjoyed that night they shared more than anything in a long time. She just wondered.

He excused himself to the shower and she nodded. ”Oh take your time.” Next this she knew his lips went from her cheek to her own lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him down, and closer to her. His arms wrapped around her and his tongue played with hers. She moaned softly into his mouth and he broke from her. Dan took a step back and smiled slyly, leaving her to have his shower. Rinan exhaled deeply as soon as the door was shut. She just didn’t understand how one man could make her feel so many things at once. And she had never craved someone so badly in her light. Pulling herself from her thoughts, she stood. Part of her wanted to leave. She felt the need to bolt, to take off and run from all of these things she was feelings. She wanted to run back to Alex, somewhere familiar, where she knew exactly what it was and what it meant to each other. She was so torn.

Reaching around her body, she tugged at the zipper on the back of her romper. What am I doing? She questioned herself as her delicate fingers slid the zipper down in the back. This isn’t leaving Rinan. Telling herself that, she shrugged off the one piece and took the waist of her panties in her hands, stepping out of them one leg at a time and just dropping them to the floor. This is exactly the opposite of going home. Rinan took her arm cuff and set it on a nearby table and made her way to the bathroom door. She hesitated a moment. This was it; this was her last chance to stray…

She turned the handle, and stepped inside, the whole room full of steam. She shut the door behind her, making a bit of noise so he’d know she was there. She said nothing but stepped inside with him. Her eyes were locked on his body, checking him out, taking him all in. He was so tall… He stepped aside a bit so the water would hit the both of them. Thank god for waterproof mascara. She placed her hands on his soapy chest as he put his hands on her waist. They stood there a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes, something they probably did all too often. She rubbed her hands against his chest, lathering the soap even more. There was something so sensual about washing another person. Her hands traveled down his chest to his stomach and she felt him tense up under her touch. Is he nervous? She thought to herself, moving back up to his chest. He leaned down and kissed her softly, his arms around her waist, lathering her back and then a bit lower. She arched against him a bite, refusing to let out a moan that was dying to be heard. The two carried on in the shower this way, cleaning and caressing each other, kissing deeply and sensually.

It was a little while later and the two were out of the shower, now kissing heavily. He had her pressed against the bedroom wall, her arms pinned about her head, teasing her lips with his. He’d go to kiss her and as soon as they’d start, he’d tear away. There was a glint of naughtiness in his eyes, knowing he was making her crazy. He knew how badly she wanted him, and he was just playing with her, teasing her. He wouldn’t give her what she wanted and it only made her want him more. She could feel how wet he was making her and she adjusted, closing the space between her thighs. He brushed his lips against hers again, this time when he went to pull back, her teeth tugged on his lower lip, almost pleading with him to stay. There was so much sexual tension in their gaze…

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castawxayaway · 7 years

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no turning back

prompt 98: “I’ve had enough.”

a very lovely reader has requested no. 98 from this prompt list I reblogged with dan. as always, you ask and I deliver. if you want to see the list for yourself and maybe request one *nudge nudge* feel free to! enjoy this, this thing (I haven’t got a lot to say really, lots and lots of angst- which was actually really refreshing to write)

oh, and to the anon who requested a few days ago- if you’re reading this the piece you asked for will be going up tomorrow night! :)

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Unable to control the nerves that arose as I heard the announcement come through the speakers that we would be landing shortly a smile crept up. “Visiting someone special dear?” Turning my head I saw the elderly lady who had been asleep for the duration of the flight, now awake ask me with a sweet look on her face whilst her husband read a book, half asleep still.

Laughing to myself I could feel my heart beating faster at the idea, of the fact that I was so close to seeing him. “I’m seeing my boyfriend. It’s been five months since I last saw him.” She raised her eyebrows in surprise before settling back into her chair.

“Well you better enjoy your time with him then, make every moment count.” She placed her hand on mine and I thanked her before she leant on her husband, drifting back off to sleep.

Watching them together made me feel warm inside, that the removed warmth that has lacked for months will soon return. Just a matter of hours now. Texting Kyle I told him how long I’d be, thankfully he arranged to come and get me so I can surprise Dan. The image of him, surprise etched into his face as I stand there outside of his door makes my heart flutter at the same speed as the butterflies in my stomach.

As I found Kyle after making my way through the arrivals lounge we talked about tour, about how life has been without seeing any of them. “I’ve missed having you around.” I see the truth in his words, they were written in his smile, the longing kind.

Seeing the hotel in sight everything was resurfacing, I wanted to suppress it all. I didn’t want Kyle to see my smile faltering as he doesn’t know about the fight we had, the real reason why I haven’t been visiting. “Has Dan mentioned me much, whilst you’ve been on tour?” He hesitates to reply, focusing on the road. “Thought as such.” Sighing to myself I rest my arm against the window, Kyle glancing over when he can.

“Listen, if things don’t work out between the two of you, we all still miss you. Just because you two are in a rough patch doesn’t mean we can’t spend time together, right?” He pleaded before looking at me with a stupid grin, breaking the tension. “Either way, you’ve got three days with us, so let’s make them count.”

Before I had the chance to respond he parked the car and all I could hear was the yells the night before he left, how deafening they were becoming. ‘What do you mean, you can’t do this? How the fuck do you think I feel being thousands of miles away all the time?’ His words thump in my ears, aching my brain as well as my heart as the love was draining out of us.

In silence we walk through the lavish entrance the echoing of shoes against the marble sounded too many times as we both walked towards the lift whilst others hovered in the entrance, watching us go by. Standing in the lift it felt as if I had lost any touch or contact with life, despite Kyle being inches away. The uneasy feeling in my stomach only grew, it never ceases to build up moments before we are reunited. It only causes me unnecessary amounts of grief and consciousness not knowing what to expect from him, regardless of the outcome we’d become nothing more than strangers, but was it really worth it? Or was I merely seeking comfort?

Now I question my own motives for being here as my eyes wander to Kyle who keeps his eyes locked with his own reflection in the glass whilst I cower from my own. Walking along the never ending corridor I try and shut out the smell of cleaning product, the stale smell that clings to the fibres in the carpet probably older than the cleaners who work here. I focus on the room numbers, wondering how many have passed through here for similar purposes to my own. When I was growing up I’d hate thinking of such a thing, about the invisible dirt they’d leave on the sheets, the act of knowing about others in the rooms either side. Now here I am, being my own worst hypocrite.

Kyle points to the room three doors down from his own, before giving me a supportive hug and speaking in a low voice. “You know where we are, if you need us.” I thanked him and began to walk away, but he whispered my name causing me to turn around and face him. “Just keep the noise down, alright.” With a wink he chuckled to himself and went back into his room, leaving me alone in the empty corridor where unknown acts hide behind the wooden doors.

Standing in front of it I lift the key that Kyle slipped into my pocket into the lock, slowly twisting it whilst trying to remain quiet. As it unlocks my heart stops, every feeling stands on edge like the hairs on my arms until I peer through the door whilst my bag remains outside. Smiling to myself I open my mouth to say his name, but before I have the chance do someone else does.

I freeze as my eyes lock with his body. His body on top of someone else’s. Every worry, every fear I had about him touring rises from the pit of my stomach, I can feel it stabbing my heart repeatedly whilst my brain mutters ‘I told you so’ with too much patronization. Tearing my glossy eyes away I drown out the moans they make as the door shuts.

Picking my bag up I pause as I collapse to the ground, unable to stop myself from shattering. With such force I stare at his door, wishing the heavy look in my eyes could burn it down, expose him to the truth of his actions, the pain he doesn’t know he has caused. ‘So what, this is it? Doesn’t look like you’ll respond anytime soon so that’s it then.’ The last thing he said to me in person as I went to bed that night, he didn’t join me that night, instead he just left. I always wondered where he went, but maybe now I know.

Picking myself up I wipe my eyes forcefully with my sleeve, letting my skin burn momentarily as I walk up to Kyle’s door, trying my best to hide my pain. Composing myself I clench my fist as I knock on the door, patiently waiting for him as I take a few deep breaths. Hearing the door open my eyes focus on his colourful socks, the sort that I knew didn’t belong to Kyle.

Lifting my head back up my eyes locked with the deep concern of green, of Will. He mutters my name and before he can continue I break, the image is burned into my memory and all I can hear is her moaning his name. ‘Dan, I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have ended things the way we did last night. Please, just ring me.’ That was the first of many messages I left him after he left, I couldn’t, I wouldn’t let things end the way they did. But now, now I want nothing more than to look him in the eyes and see how he reacts. Will wraps his arms around me and I fall into them, he helps me into the room identical to the one I had just seen, yet now it was in entirely different circumstances.

It took them a few hours to get me to speak, to actually get words out of my mouth that weren’t muffled or concealed with sobs or confused remarks to myself. Once I had told them, once my brain allowed me to explain the split second of what I had seen they all remained silent, Kyle clenched his jaw whilst Will tightened his fists. Woody would find out soon enough, he was out having a meal with Chrissy.

“That piece of shit.” Kyle muttered under his breath as he shook his head. “Piece of fucking shit!” He kicked the bed as his voice rose, and then sat down, holding onto his foot.

Will edges closer towards me as I blankly stare straight at the door as I perch on the very edge of the bed. Despite sitting on the bare minimum of the fabric I can feel the dirt climb and crawl over my skin, the secrets and shame that lies embedded into the sheets now infecting me, affecting my outlook on it all.

After a while of listening to the two of them discuss what to do, how to react I stand up at the sound of a giggle echoing through the hallway. Walking to the door I peer through the peephole as she glides on by, blowing him a kiss. I can feel my blood boiling yet I feel as if any warmth in my body had been truly drained, wasted by being filled with love for someone as heartless as him.

My eye remains glued to the glass as I see a figure walk to the door, backing away I stare at the two of them, wide eyed. “It’s Dan.” I mouth and they both stand up, the three of us desperate to find somewhere for me to hide. Kyle opens up the single door wardrobe and helps me climb up onto the suitcases, giving me a small smile before closing it.

I sit in silence, hidden amongst cloth and denim whilst outside I can hear mumbled conversations spoken in one voice that I once termed as heartwarming, mixed with two cold tones. As I sit still I can feel my heart trying to pick itself back up, trying to mend itself after the unexpected need to shatter at a sight I never thought I’d witness. ‘Please, whatever I said, I didn’t mean. We were both tipsy, things were accused and I take it all back. I could never hate you, Dan. Never.’ I shake my head as I think back to the messages I left to an empty line on the phone, how I told him I’d never hate him. Now that is all I feel with a splash of pain thrown in for good measure.

After my legs go dead and the smell of Kyle’s aftershave is embedded into my nostrils the door opens, resulting in me ungracefully falling out. With their help I get back to my feet, the shared look on their faces only growing; a pure look of fury. “He was so relaxed, so chirpy.” Will shakes his head and lies down on the bed whilst I stand still on the spot. “How does he think he can get away with this? With hurting you, still?”

An idea pops to mind as I zone out, focusing on the industrial buildings outside, the never ending sea of brickwork and hard working lives that are being lived just beyond my view. “I think I know what to do,” Speaking up they both focus on me as I take a seat in front of the mirror, not wanting to concentrate on my appearance. Explaining the idea they both smirk to each other, it is a bit dramatic, it’s a bit unexpected from me, but that is why it is genius.

“I’ll believe it once I see it.” Kyle scoffs lightly and with that I walk over to my bag, picking through the jumpers to find them. Holding them up unashamed their jaws drop whilst I raise an eyebrow. “Yep, I believe you.” He swallows heavily and all I can do is chuckle to myself.

“He won’t know what’s coming.” Will remarks nodding to me.

Looking at my reflection I turn, checking myself out in the different angles before focusing on the shoes behind me, resting on the toilet seat lid. Picking them up I place the uncomfortable platforms on, magically growing a few inches taller. I proceed to tie the ribbon up at the front, forcing my chest closer, tighter, already knowing he won’t be able to take his eyes off of me.

Peering my head around the two of them lie on the bed, scrolling through their phones. “Is he in his room?” I call out and the two of them pause and glance my way.

“Nope, he’s gone to get coffee. He should be back in about ten minutes” Kyle replied and with that I took a deep breath and revealed myself to the two of them. “Holy shit.”

Glancing up at them they both remained still, silent, but still. “Well if I’ve got that reaction from the two of you then I have high hopes for Dan.” Walking with some difficulty over to my bag I try to bend down, but the lace around my waist constricts me. Will walks over and picks it up for me, trying his best to focus on my eyes and not wander elsewhere. “Be back soon.” I blow a kiss to them as I pull an old jumper dress on, take a smaller bag and shut the door.

Standing in the hallway I can feel my own words about what I’m doing burning my brain. How I said this was a low blow, that when people did this in films I would feel uncomfortable, looks like I’m my own biggest hypocrite now. With my body concealed by the front of the door I try my hardest to control my breathing, it gets hitched in my throat as I stand with the key in hand. Slowly I unlock it, moving the key until it clicks.

Walking inside I try not to focus too hard on the bad, on that bed. It’s still stained, covered in his wrongdoings, in his deceit. I start by walking over to the bed, making it a little bit neater. Then, I walk over to the bathroom, checking my appearance in this attire I never thought I’d wear. The black lace bodysuit, how it dips right down into a harsh V nicely paired with some red heels that were so high I could stab his heart until he felt pain like I have done for months.

Taking a seat in the small chair hidden behind the wardrobe I sit and wait, all whilst trying to keep calm as I keep my bag behind my back, out of sight. As I glance around the room I see some odd things of his, I notice a notebook and pen, something I got him before the last tour- incase he had any ideas, any new inspirations to write down. My eyes trail the desk, his contacts messily piled up, an odd sock followed by a couple of pennies- what else was I meant to expect?

Sitting still I hear the door unlock and my mind goes into overdrive. Forcing myself to sit upright I try and position myself in a seductive manner, one leg crossed over the other as I twirl my hair, hating myself for it but secretly liking it. He comes closer and glances my way, barely noticing me until he pauses, turns and collapses onto the bed.

He lowers his glasses as his eyes wander over the sight before him, the left side of his mouth rising. Standing up I kick the heels off, and take slow steps towards him, trying to relive the last time we were in a hotel. Taking his jacket off I let it fall to the ground before kissing his neck, whispering into his ear, “Miss me?” He moans a yes, making me smile to myself as I push him onto the bed.

Taking his glasses off I climb on over him until I’m straddling him. His hands roam around whilst I take off his jeans, trying not to shake as I undo his belt. “Oh, one second.” I mutter to him as he looks in awe at me, already I know I have him wrapped around my finger.

Walking to my bag I take out the handcuffs, holding them up to him. Already I can see the hesitation lie heavy in his blue eyes, but I laugh stupidly, “Oh come on, it’s a bit of fun.” I convince him way too easily, he complies and his hands are locked.

“You sure have changed.” He laughs to me as I lower my head to his.

My lips hover about his, then I make direct eye contact to him, “I know.” A single kiss is all I allow him, knowing he craves more but I lift my head up, enjoying the torment more than I had expected. Moving my head down I pull his trousers down with ease, then giving him an innocent look as I hold onto his underwear.

“Do it.” He says, licking his lips. Already I can see how desperate he is, which only makes this all the more fun.

Lifting my hands away I go to my bag, finding the last thing I wanted. Before he has the chance to notice my bag slams down hard onto him, a loud groan of pain spreading through the room- not the sound everyone would expect to here for a change. “That is for being a cheating arsehole.” I can see the veins in his arms popping as he clenches his fists in the cuffs, unable to pull them from the restraint.

“What’re you talking about?” He speaks through gritted teeth, slowly pulling himself together whilst I sit down next to him, my hand now resting on his cheek.

Smiling to him he glances up, eyes full of confusion. “I think we both know. I hope you enjoyed it though, as I’ve had enough of trying with you.” Kissing his cheek I can see the red lipstick mark left, standing up I pick my bag and shoes up and head towards the door.

“Wait! How am I supposed to get out?” He yells out and all I do is pick my coat up and slip it on.

Wearing a sweet smile and doey eyes I reach into my pocket for the keys. “Oh you mean these?” I can see his face lighting up, the fact that he thinks I’ll release him that easily? Please. Throwing them out of the window I can see any hope fade from his face. “Oops. Have fun explaining this one.” Walking out I can hear him yelling my name, swearing at me but as soon as the door shuts it stops.

Approaching Will and Kyle’s room I can’t help but smirk as I walk inside. The two of them eager to hear. “You might end up having to search for some keys on the side of the road, sorry ‘bout that.” I thank them both for their help and support before taking my long coat and laying it out whilst I put my converse back on.

“So, what now?” Will asks as he looks at my packed bag.

Standing up I reach over for my coat, ensuring it is fully wrapped around my body before tying the waist up. Pulling my hair out I contemplate my response, “I’ll probably get some food, have a wander, then see if I can get an earlier flight home.”

They both exchange a look, “You’re more than welcome to stay for another night. I mean, your flight is tomorrow night.” Kyle suggests and Will agrees. I simply hug both of them, unable to repay them for their generosity.

“It’s what friends do.” Will states, muffled in my hair.

“That and you look good in lace.” Kyle remarks as he chuckles to himself.

Picking my bags up they walk me to the lift, “Oh, one last favour?” I ask them as I wait for the lift to arrive. “Take a picture, can’t have him forgetting the wrong girl to mess with.” They agree to it and I give them one final hug before getting into the lift.

As the door closes I lean back against the mirror, staring at my reflection rather than avoiding it. The heat of the moment is over and I’m left with the reality; the reality that I am truly alone now. Reaching into my bag I pull out some sunglasses, the sort that are big enough to hide any emotion in my eyes, to disguise tears.

Walking into the main entrance I may look like I have it all together, but that is the misleading thing about covering half your face; they’ll never see you cry.

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