He was still there in the morning, fast asleep on her couch. She watched him as the sunlight touched his face, still couldn't believe that he didn't flee as soon as she told her story. Something inside her thought it would've been easier for her if he just stood up and left because the load was too heavy to carry.
Sandy was hyperventilating by Lucas's car, her legs had given in to the panic. She slumped on the pavement and wept."Get in the car," Lucas came rushing.
John had asked her to tell him his name, he wanted to know what he looked like, where he lived. But she wouldn't tell him, she didn't want her problem to bother his work. It wasn't fair for him. Little did she know, it was weighing on his mind either way.
She spent a few hours talking with John's co-workers. All that time, John was always interrupted by fans who wanted to take pictures with him. He was used to it, and he was nice about it. She scanned the room once in a while to check on Lucas. He was drinking and sulked at the bar. Sometimes she caught him looking at her while in John's arms. She wasn't intentionally parading John in front of him, but it was hurting him nonetheless.
She was ready in the morning. The plan was to take a stroll on John's motorbike for a cross country, or cross-island, enjoy the scenery and try new things along the way. She saw him getting ready from the kitchen window. She missed him already, maybe because of how he left things the night before. Looking at him with his pillow face and messy hair was a delight. He smiled at her and waved, her heart sank, the effect he had on her was bewitching.
The last time someone touched her, she was violently violated. It was a memory she could never erase from her mind. She thought she would never feel the pleasure of it ever again, but then there was John. He was passionate and gentle at the same time, he had touched her all in the right places.
The rain fell hard that day. John ordered plenty of wine for them to stay in, literally the whole day. Drinking it off each other's body, lying naked on the bed, on the floor, on the couch. They took more showers than needed. Turned on movies they didn't really watch. She put on the bathrobe because it was cold, but he kept on taking it off of her. They just couldn't get enough of each other.
It wasn't entirely true. She was having stage fright with the whole 'dating John Brady' thing. She spent the whole day looking at her phone, reading articles, and checking out pictures of him with his previous girlfriends. There were a lot of them. She started to regret that she didn't do that before she jumped into the John Brady wagon, and had a love affair with one of the most eligible bachelors in the world.
She was never alone after that day. She was always with Andrea or with John. Lucas had disappeared behind the scene. She changed her phone numbers. A few weeks after that was uneventful.Their relationship was blossoming into something they both were unpre