Opening my eyes slowly I smile, drawing in a deep breath I shiver, the all male smell that clings to Leo’s chest arouses me like nothing else. Yeah, it’s been a long dry spell, well not all dry but…you get my drift. His big arm pins me to his hard chest, and normally I’d be panicking trying to get free, but for the first time in years I’m calm and content to lie here, my body sprawled across his. There is no where I’d rather be.

I can't believe he's here. After lying there for a good fifteen minutes, my chin resting on his chest, I run my fingers through his soft hair and along his gorgeous face. He finally stirs.

“Mmm, morning,” he says, and smiles up at me sleepily.

“Good morning, did you sleep okay?” I ask, dying to run my lips along his defined chest.

“I haven’t slept that well in years, I had this dream that I travelled across the world to meet a beautiful woman. Then I woke up and realized it wasn’t a dream,” he breaths, looking deeply into my eyes. Swoon!

“I woke to you snoring, seriously. You’re louder than Mr, Willy.” I joke and laugh at the look on his face.

In a flash I’m on my back, pinned to the bed with my hands on either side of my head. His weight is comforting, I want more, I squirm trying to unbalance him.

“I do not snore, loudly.” He protests, looming over me, his lips skim my neck, too lightly. I want him to devour me, I need him to.

“No, you don’t. But I had to get you on top of me somehow,” I say cheekily.

“Mmm, all you had to do was ask,” he whispers, letting go of my hands his find every dip and curve of my upper half as his lips scorch my neck and chest. I’m ready to burst, and moaning loudly in his ear. “Damn baby, you have me on the edge, I’m about ready to embarrass myself before I’ve even really done anything,” he groans as I grind my pelvis against his.

“Leo,” I sigh, dragging my nails across his scalp, before grasping handfuls of his hair.

“What do you need, baby?”

“Just you,” I moan, clenching my fingers in his hair, pulling his head to where I need him. Pulling my top up, he groans and opens his mouth ready to take in my aching flesh, when my phone rings loudly. We both freeze, looking at each other. I pant wanting to ignore it, and carry on with what was quickly becoming one of the best mornings of my life. When it stops ringing I sigh in relief, I pull Leo’s face toward mine, just as it rings again. I growl and let go of his hair.

“Is it okay if I take a quick shower while you answer that?” Leo asks, his face is flushed with exertion. I nod, not trusting my voice, whoever it is on that phone is gonna get an arse whooping.

I watch as he gets up and walks into my bathroom in nothing more than a thin, tight pair of black boxers.

I groan running my hands through my hair, cockblocked twice! When my phone rings for the third time I snatch it off the bedside table and growl. “Hello.”

“Well, good morning to you too,” Brooke sings.

“What’s so important?” I ask, unable to hide the edge in my voice.

“You will never guess what just happened to me.” She squeals excitedly.

“I’m listening.” I say as the shower turns on. The image of Leo standing beneath the hot spray water sluicing down his hot body.

“Did you hear me?”

“Erm, sorry, what did you say?”

“I said, I got an email for a high profile job.”

“Wow, that’s fantastic Brooke.”

“You haven’t even heard the best bit yet…” I wait for her to elaborate but she is obviously waiting for me to ask, so I do.

“What’s the best bit?”

“The job is to photograph none other than Vin mother-fucking DeLorenzo.”

“Wow, he’s pretty big then?”

“From what I hear he is,” she snickers.

“Oh, feck. I walked right into that one.” I chuckle as Brooke laughs hysterically. “What I meant was he’s a top model or whatever you guys call them?”

“Oh yeah, one of the biggest.” She snickers again and I sigh. It’s like talking to a teenager sometimes.

“Well, I’m happy for you.”

“Oh shit. I forgot Leo was there. Did I interrupt you two doing the horizontal bop?”

“No, well sort of. You would have if you’d been a few minutes later.”

“Sorry, I er, I’m gonna go and let you do…him,” she laughs at her own joke.

“Okay, well enjoy Vin whatever his name is.”

“DeLorenzo.”

“Yep, him too. Bye.”

“Bye, have fun riding the Italian stallion.” I don’t reply I just hang up smiling like an eejit.

“Umm, Kaitlyn. Can you come here a sec?” Leo calls from the bathroom and I realize the shower has stopped running.

Getting up I make my way into the bathroom, stopping dead when I see him standing in front of the sink with just a towel wrapped around his hips, water running down his hard chest. I watch transfixed as a drop runs down his collar bone, over his pec and down between his abs. I swallow and lick my dry lips.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” Leo asks and I look up confused. He’s holding the bottle of shampoo I bought him yesterday as I was rushing around the supermarket. “Take a closer look,” he says holding the bottle out for me. Walking over I take the bottle from him and gasp.

“Oh shite, I am so sorry. I didn’t realize it was for balding men. All I saw was the ‘for men’, I swear,” I blurt, blushing as I reread the bottle.

He laughs loudly, his big body shaking with each chuckle. “I knew you had a problem with me being older.”

“I do not. You aren’t that old, just a little older than your hot young date,” I laugh.

“Mmm, hot is right. I didn’t think I would have to take care of business alone on this trip,” he says leaning back on the sink and crossing his ankles.

“I’m sorry Brooke landed a big job,” I say breathlessly taking him in.

“Wow, that’s fantastic.” He says, but I’m distracted by the flex of his muscles as he dries his upper body. “Kaitlyn.” He laughs, waving a hand in front of my face.

“Oh, erm. Some big model, I can’t remember his name.”

“Well, I hope it goes well for her,” he replies, throwing the towel he was using to dry his hair in the washing basket, even that move is hot. His muscles contracting…Mmm, Jesus, I’m practically drooling over simple movements.

“So, I was thinking we could go to Belfast castle today?” Leo asks.

“Sounds perfect,” I say as I turn the shower back on.

“Okay, then we can go after lunch,” he suggests.

“You mean dinner?” I smirk.

“No, I mean lunch. You are just weird calling lunch, dinner and dinner tea? Do you drink your food?” He laughs.

Placing my hands on my hips I scowl at him. “I’ll have you know, I know you lot speak weird, but over here we have breakfast, dinner, tea and supper. And yes I am weird, thank you.” I smile before whipping my top off and unclasping my bra.

His gasp makes me smile and gives me the confidence boost I need to push my P.J bottoms and knickers to the floor right there in front of him. I ignore his pained groan and step into the shower, letting the water cascade over me, hopefully I look sexy and not like a drowned rat.

“Ah, I’m gonna go, do something.” He stutters and leaves the room his hand pressing down on what I presume is a massive hard-on. Smiling happily I go about washing and conditioning my hair before running my razor across my legs just to make sure they’re smooth.

I turn off the shower and get out, grabbing a towel I go into the bedroom; disappointed to see it empty. Dressing quickly in loose trousers and a jumper I go in search of Leo. I pad slowly down the stairs, shivering I turn the dial for the heating up a few more degrees.

“Feckin cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey,” I mutter, rubbing my arms. I wander along the hall and stop when I hear Leo on the phone, not wanting to disturb him I turn to leave, but freeze when I hear him say “baby girl.”

What the feck?

My heart pinches painfully and begins to race, is he talking to another woman? There is no way he’d call his mom or sister’s baby…I lean back against the wall and listen.

“Please don’t do this to me again,” I pray quietly. “I don’t think I would survive it…”

“Okay, I’ll see you when I get back. I love you too.”

I rush for the living room as he finishes his call and nearly fall over Mr. Willy in the process, he hisses at me and walks away with his head in the air. Pompous git.

I make it to the sofa just in time, Leo enters in loose trousers and a faded Star Wars t-shirt. It has a picture of Yoda on it, I laugh out loud at the words across it… ‘Are you related to Yoda? ‘Cause Yodalicious’ he smirks at me as my eyes start to water. I wipe my eyes while trying to calm my own breathing.

“So, what are you gonna cook me for breakfast?” He asks, quirking a brow.

“Well, I can make toast. I think?”

“You think?” He asks laughing.

“Yeah, I’m more of a cereal lass meself,” I shrug wiping my face.

“Seriously? You can’t live on that crap.”

I gasp, mock glaring at him. “That’s a deal breaker!” I say clutching my chest dramatically.

“Let’s get to work then,” he says holding out his hand, I take it and follow.

“Okay, we’ll start with something simple but yummy,” he tells me opening and closing cupboards. “Where do you keep your baking ingredients?” He asks, and I point to the pantry. When he emerges he drops flour, salt, white and dark chocolate chips onto the work surface, and grabs eggs and milk from the fridge.

“Okay, grab a mixing bowl, sieve and whisk.”

I do as I’m bid and step back. “Oh, no you don’t. Come here,” he says pointing to the space between him and the work surface. I move into the small space and immediately feel his body press against my back.

How the feck I’m meant to cook with his body so close? I take a deep breath and try to forget about the sexy bloke behind me.

“Okay, now hold the sieve above the bowl,” his breath tickles my neck and I shiver. “A little higher, hold it nice and tight,” he whispers and I bite my lip to hold in my moan. I just want to forget about food and drag him to the nearest flat surface.

I cough and splutter as flour goes everywhere, all over the place, a white fog of flour chokes me and makes Leo laugh.

“I told you to hold it nice and tight. You need a firm grip for this job.”

Ah, the sexual innuendos and close body contact are killing me. “I normally do have a tight grip,” I say lowering my voice and push my butt into his lap. I smile when he groans, drops the flour and grasps my hips.

“Stop that, I’m trying to teach you how to feed yourself properly, woman.”

“Okay,” I shrug shifting my hips forward.

“Hey, I didn’t say to move away, just don’t grind on my dick, not yet anyway.” He nips my neck pulling me back in tight against him.

I try to remember everything he tells me as he adds the ingredients, if he likes it so much I will try and cook it for him but it looks like slop.

“Okay, now you can add as much chocolate chips as you want, just don’t go mad,” he laughs as my face lights up.

I tip half of each bag into the mix and fold the batter over the bits of chocolate, it looks better now…because we all know chocolate makes everything better.

“Do you cook a lot at home then?” I ask curious.

“Okay, now we cook,” he says ignoring my question and moving onto the next stage.

I stand back and watch, his muscles flex when he flips each pancake. The concentration on his face is cute. He hums softly, I listen carefully to try and decipher the song. “What are you singing?” I ask, frustrated.

“Hmm? Oh, Let's get it on. One of my favourite songs,” he says winking.

“Oh, you have a nice voice.”

“I was only humming.”

“Well, you have a nice hum then,” I say sticking my tongue out.

By the time he’s done the plate is stacked high with fluffy pancakes, they smell delicious.

“Go sit, I’ll bring them over.”

I grab glasses and juice, sitting at the table impatiently awaiting the yumminess. I groan as I chew, they are phenomenal. I jump at the sound of cutlery hitting the stone floor. I look at Leo who is staring at me hungrily, his mouth hanging open. I giggle, unable to hold it in.

“D-do you always do that?” He asks.

“What?” I ask around another mouthful.

“Moan like that when eating.”

“Erm, I think so?” I reply turning red, I don’t even realize I’m doing it, I just love food.

“Wearing tight boxers tonight then.”

I choke on a piece of pancake and look at Leo, did he really just say that? I choose to let it go and dig in before my food gets cold, the rest of the meal is comfortably quiet. After we’re done Leo raises to clean up, but I still him with a hand on his leg.

“You cooked, I’ll clean.”

“You sure? I don’t mind.”

“I’ll be fine, go find something to amuse yourself with,” I say shooing him out of the kitchen.

“Do you remember in one of our many conversations, you said I could read some of your manuscript?” I stop, frozen mid clean up. Does he really want to read my work?

“Y-you want to read some?”

“Yeah, of course, but only if you want me to?”

“Er, okay. Let me just load my laptop,” I say wiping my hands and walking into the living room. Grabbing my laptop I turn it on and wait anxiously tapping the keyboard, when it finally loads I type my password and open Word. Once it’s set up I pass it over to Leo and run out of the room, I can’t sit there and watch him read my work.

Filling the sink I wash the dishes trying not to think about Leo reading my baby, I busy myself drying and putting everything to rights before sweeping and mopping the floor.

“Do you fancy a cuppa?” I shout.

“I’d love a coffee,” Leo whispers close behind me and I jump screaming. Feck my heart is in my mouth.

“Fuckin eejit, I almost shat me knickers.” I yell slapping him with the dishcloth, my accent thickening.

“I’m s-sorry,” he laughs doubled over. I huff and grab cups and the coffee thingy, I look at it trying to work out how to use the bloody thing. Why do people have to make it so feckin hard to make a damn cuppa coffee?

“Here let me,” he says, slightly out of breath, taking the coffee thing he opens it and expertly sets it up to make coffee. “You’re fuckin’ sexy when your accent is thicker.”

I grin at him, everyone loves an Irish accent. “Are your panties wet?” I joke.

“What?” He asks confused.

“Well, I hear Irish accents make panties wet and drop,” I say with a straight face, after the shock wears off he bursts out laughing.

“Well, if I were a woman I would throw mine at you, you know, if I wore panties.” He smiles grinning at me.

“Ah, you could always throw them anyway, your boxers I mean,” I whisper as I grab my cup and leave the kitchen.

I see my laptop open on the coffee table, looking closely I see he got to page thirty-two. When he joins me in the living room I pluck up the nerve to ask.

“So, what did you think?” I nod at the laptop and curl up with my cup between my hands.

“I’m amazed. It’s fantastic writing, are you going to publish it?”

I sit there my mouth open in total shock. Will I publish?

“Maybe, I’m not one hundred percent on it yet. I think it needs a lot more work and a lot of editing.” I shrug sipping my tea.

“It may need editing but the core story is there, the character development is there, the writing is fluid.”

I blink and stare stunned. As if he couldn’t get any hotter! Intellectual is fuckin’ sexy in my book…all he’s missing is the glasses and he’d be my nerdy wet dream.

“Do you wear glasses?” I blurt.

“You mean these?” He asks and pulls a pair of reading glasses from his pocket.

Oh shite! Call 999, I need an ambulance. I can’t breathe, I may be having some sort of, something. My heart can’t take it, he’s perfect.

At his amused look, I realize I may actually be drooling and turn away quickly, dropping my cup in the process. I squeal as warm tea seeps through my jumper, getting up quickly, I run into the kitchen. Whipping my jumper off I throw it in the sink and run the water, I scrub until all the tea is out of it and throw it in the wash quickly. I hope it doesn’t stain.

I walk toward the stairs as Leo meets me at the bottom. “Here,” he says and pulls his t-shirt over his head, handing it to me he smiles before going back to the living room.

Bringing the soft fabric up to my face I take a deep breath, sighing as I take in his scent. “You know I have a whole bottle of that smell that I can leave here for you when I go home if you like,” he calls.

I blush and pull it over my head. “That is so kind, I’ll take the t-shirt too,” I fire back at him.

“Now, I don’t know about leaving Yoda.”

“I wasn’t asking,” I laugh sitting beside him.

“I may be persuaded to leave it until my next visit,” he says looking down at me. “That is if I’m invited back?”

My breath hitches as his hand glides across my cheek. Please kiss me!

My body and mind are in agreement, I want to feel those lips on mine. My breathing accelerates as his head lowers, his hand angles my head as his nose rubs against mine.

“Ouch, fuck!” Leo yells pulling away from me sharply.

“What the fuck?”

“Fuckin’ cat bit my nipple,” he gasps, rubbing his chest. I burst out laughing, I laugh so hard tears run down my face.

“It’s not funny,” he grouches. “He's staying outside the bedroom, I want to have you all to myself without worrying about that damn evil cat. There is no way he his getting those teeth anywhere near my dick!”

I snort laughing so hard, my whole body shaking.

After the nipple incident we decided to keep the intimacy for when Mr. Willy Shakespaw wasn’t present.

* * *

Since getting in the car with no nutty cat in sight, Leo’s hand is firmly placed at the top of my thigh. At first it I was overly aware of it being there, but now it’s a comforting heat.

“Are we nearly there yet?” Leo asks for the fifth time, I know he is doing it to wind me up because he can’t help but laugh every time I growl in return.

“Nearly,” I say through gritted teeth. “You know for a man of thirty-four you act more like a child.”

“I have been told that a time or two,” he laughs.

We’re quiet until we pull into the castle grounds, it’s stunning, exactly how it was when I came for a school trip.

“Wow, it’s really beautiful,” he whispers as if his voice would disturb the peace and beauty surrounding us.

“It is,” I agree, parking the car. We sit for a few minutes taking it all in, “where do you want to go first? Do you want to walk around or go and see Napoleon's Nose?” I ask. “It’s said it’s the inspiration for Jonathan Swift's novel, Gulliver's Travels,” I say, looking over at him.

“Huh, well let’s go see a nose then,” he replies getting out of the car and coming to open my door for me. Swoon.

We walk for a while holding hands, both bundled up in thick jumpers and coats. By the time we get to Napoleon’s nose we’re both breathless from the cold air and the walk.

“It doesn’t look like a nose,” Leo says after a few minutes.

“You need to look at the whole thing not just the point. You should see a face, the pointy bit is Napoleon’s nose.” I point out.

“Ah, I see it now. It’s a face, but why call it Napoleon’s Nose?”

“I’m not one hundred percent sure but it may have something to do with the fact that it looks like emperor Napoleon,” I say and make a mental note to do some research on it. “C’mon, if we keep going you’ll be able to see the whole of Belfast from the top, maybe even Scotland if it’s clear enough.”

“Really? I’ve never seen Scotland,” he replies, excitedly following behind me.

“You won’t be able to see it in detail but yeah, I have seen Scotland from here when I was a wee lass.”

“Wow, this is amazing. I get to see a castle, a nose and Scotland all in one day?” I laugh, shaking my head. “You can even go into a cave if you like.”

“What? Like a real cave?” Looking back at him he looks like an excited little lad, it’s so cute.

“Yeah, there are five caves here.”

“Are you okay to go there? You aren’t too tired are you?” He asks pulling back so I stand in front of him.

“No, I was born and bred here.” I shrug, unable to resist going to my tiptoes and laying a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for asking though.”

“Lead the way then, lass,” he says.

I laugh at his poor imitation of the Irish accent. “You need more practice.”

“I’ll get right on it after we see Scotland and the caves.”

* * *

When we reach the top of Cave hill ‘Napoleon’s nose’ we are both out of breath, but the view is so worth it. Pride swells in my chest as I take in my city, as we stand there the sun breaks through the clouds and shines over the land below. I close my eyes and bask in the warmth and peaceful beauty surrounding me.

“So beautiful,” Leo whispers and I agree it is. Looking over at him I see his gaze is on me not the view in front of us, I blush realizing he was referring to me.

“Have you managed to spot Scotland yet?” I ask, changing the subject embarrassed by his scrutiny.

“Nope, I think it may be too cloudy,” he sighs looking out over Belfast. “Still worth the walk though.” He unzips his jacket and lays it on the ground before sitting down and patting the space between his legs.

“Are you nuts? It’s freezing out here,” I say shivering for him.

“Nah, it’s not that bad. Winters in New York are worse than this.”

I sit and lean against him, relaxing, his arms weave around my shoulders and we sit in silence enjoying the peace and quiet.

“I don’t want to go home,” Leo whispers breaking the silence between us.

“I don’t want you to either but you have a business and family…”

“I know, and if I didn’t have all those commitments you wouldn’t get rid of me.” He kisses my head holding me a little tighter. Since the peacefulness is now ladened with sadness I get up and offer him my hand.

“We still have caves to see.” I smile as he jumps up ignoring my offer for help and shrugs his jacket back on, then takes my hand weaving our fingers together.

Making our way down from Napoleon’s nose, we follow the paths round towards the first cave which is at ground level.

“Well, that climb looks more ominous than it did when I was a lass,” I chuckle.

“Are you coming in?” Leo asks walking ahead.

“I think I’ll just take pictures,” I say getting my phone out. “Stay right there. Say cheese,” I say snapping a picture of Leo in front of the cave entrance. I keep snapping random pictures of Leo smiling and laughing as he slips on a rock. I nearly have a heart attack while he thinks it’s hilarious.

“Here, let’s ask someone to take a picture of both of us,” Leo suggests as he makes his way back to me. Taking my phone he goes over to a middle aged couple, and asks them politely if they would mind taking a picture of us. They smile and move closer, as Leo comes to stand behind me and wraps his arms around me.

“Smile,” he whispers in my ear and I turn my face slightly and smile up at him. A minute later the couple join us and hand over my phone, I look at the screen and gasp. It’s the most beautiful picture I’ve ever had taken, Leo is grinning happily behind me as I look up at him adoringly. Love written all over my face.

“Wow, can you send me that one?”

“Uh-huh,” I murmur still gazing at the picture.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“What?” I ask bring my eyes to his face.

“I have a surprise for you,” he repeats.

“What surprise?” I ask warily.

“C’mon, it’s getting late.”

“It’s barely three o’clock,” I say but follow.

“Yep, almost time.”

It takes us over an hour to get back to the castle from cave hill, I sigh in relief when we see the castle come into sight; I need to sit down and a hot cup of tea.

“Please tell me we are going in there so I can sit down and have a drink?” I beg, leaning against Leo heavily.

“Yep, and after we rest, I can take you to your surprise.”

“What is it?” I ask excitedly.

“Well, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you, would it?” He laughs.

“Pfftt, I have ways of extracting information.”

“Not gonna happen,” he replies squeezing me into his chest.

“Well, I may withhold one of your gifts then.”

Groaning he halts our progression and pulls me into his chest. “Am I right in thinking this gift is of the bedroom variety?”

“You may never know now,” I giggle as he bends lifting me in the air and spins me around.

“Arhh, put me down before your back gives out.” I screech, holding onto his shoulders tightly and squeezing my eyes shut.

“Okay, I give. I got us a table at the Cellar restaurant.”

“You mean we’re eating in the castle?” I ask astounded.

“Yep.”

“But, I’m not dressed to eat in there,” I protest, looking down at my jeans and boots.

“Well, I may have taken care of that,” he whispers and leads me to my car. Opening the boot I see two sets of shoes, my only pair of black heels and shiny loafers, and a garment and dress bag.

Turning to Leo I look up at him speechless. “You’re a sneaky bugger. How did you…”

“Well, when you were in the shower I took a look in your wardrobe and saw a very sexy red dress that still had the tags on?”

“Oh, that was something I was going to wear when I decided to date again,” I shrug, I had completely forgotten it was there. I had seen it and couldn’t resist, it was too beautiful.

“Well, I will thank you later,” he winks and grabs everything. “We can change in there.”

I take everything in as we enter the castle, it’s more beautiful than I remember, from the grand staircases to the massive open harths, it feels like I have stepped back in time… Dare I say it? It’s like stepping into a historic romance novel.

We separate to change, I float into the massive bathroom locking the door. I quickly pull out the dress and hang it on the back of the door while I strip down. Putting on the dress I realize I’m not wearing the right bra so I discard mine and make sure the girls are firmly in place before pulling some gymnastic shite to get the zipper up. I manage it, finally, and take a look at myself in the full length mirror. My body looks amazing. The chiffon material slithers through my finger, as I run my hands down my body. The bodice is tight, a little revealing, but tasteful with lace covering my ample chest. There is a sexy slit right up my left thigh, I look good aside from my hair! With the wind today it looks worse than a rats nest.

Grabbing my bag I rummage through it for the mini brush and the little makeup I carry around. I brush my hair thoroughly before flipping my head forward and vigorously brushing it again for volume. When I stand back up straight it looks miles better, it’s a mass of thick, wavy red hair hanging down my back and complementing the dress beautifully. I quickly spritz myself with perfume and swipe on some mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss. I’m ready. It’s amazing what a woman can fit in a bag, I smile now thankful I carry so much crap.

Sliding my feet into my black shoes, I’m glad the dress is so long; it covers them nicely.

Collecting my belongings I open the door and step out.

“Holy shit!” I turn to see Leo frozen, his eyes wide as he stares at me.

“I knew the dress was nice when I saw it hanging in your closet, but seeing it on you...I. Shit. You look absolutely edible," he breaths.

“Wow, y-you look amazing too,” I say breathlessly my eyes trailing up and down his suit clad body. He looks feckin’ hot in a charcoal grey suit, it fits him like a glove. The fitted jacket and trousers showcasing the gorgeousness beneath it. I can’t wait to see his arse in those trousers.

“Here, I’ll take those to the car, you wait here.”

I nod, completely mute and hand over my boots and clothes. I lean against the wall beside the bathroom door and watch him walk away, I was right those trousers are amazing from what little I can see. I grab a pamphlet from the table beside me and fan myself.

“Ready?” He asks sneaking up on me, holding his arm out for me to take, a cheeky smirk on his face. I quickly drop the pamphlet back on the table and take it, my cheeks colouring.

“We’re a bit early so I thought we’d go for a drink first.”

“Mmm, I could do with a beer, but I guess I should have wine,” I say and gag at the thought of it.

“If you want a beer you can have one.” He says. Sitting me at a secluded table, he goes to get our drinks.

Once he’s back we relax and talk about our day. I move closer to him and pull out my phone, I want as many pictures as I can get of our time together, and he looks too feckin hot in the suit to not document it. We smile and I take a quick pic, it turns out wrong and you can hardly see either of us. My selfie skills are shite. We laugh and Leo tries to get a better one, it turns out neither of us are great at it…he barely gets his eye in this one.

“Do you need a hand there?” The bartender asks coming around the bar.

“Please,” I ask still giggling.

“Not a problem lass. Okay, cuddle her and smile,” he instructs. Leo pulls me into him and I smile happily. “Wow, you two make a beautiful couple.”

“Thank you,” I say taking my phone.

“Have a grand night.”

We finish our drinks, still huddled together closely, neither wanting to let go. My hand rubs his thigh absently as his thumb rubs circles across my shoulder.