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"I'll go get them." He was up and gone like a flash, upstairs. I checked that I had everything I'd come with, and waited. With that tired feeling, the need to be alone and to rest, after an excess of socialising. Ed came down the stairs, looking happy to see me, and reached for me.
"Sorry, I remembered I needed to order something online, so I left you sleeping for a moment. Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm fine. Just tired." We broke the hug, and kissed. Gareth and Mary appeared and came down the stairs, and I said goodbyes to them, thanking them for the meal, and they smiled and said nice things. Ed and I stepped outside. The taxi pulled up.
"Thanks for coming. I'm really glad that you all got to meet."
"It was lovely. Thanks for having me over."
His hand toyed with the strap of my dress, then gently rubbed my shoulder, and I felt a pulse of anticipation for our next opportunity to be physical together. Evidently thinking the same, he said that he had thought about the next scene on the list. Jumping into the river. That he knew a river that would be safe, in a place not too far away, another town. That we could go there next weekend and stay in a hotel, in order to jump in at night, like in the book.
"That could be fun, don't you think? To be away together, get out in the moonlight... I think it could be wonderful."
"I think so too." I was so happy. And excited. The idea of being away with him, in a hotel room... somehow that was different from my flat, somehow it was even more exciting. I knew that we would do it, I knew that we would sleep together. And I wanted that so, so much. Everything in me was crying out for it.
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- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 2 months agoLove the story so far (of course). Still having trepidations about the ending, but anyway.
As your long lost (and obviously late) editor here is another small typo (or maybe not). Do you use "flour" as the plural for "flower"?
Here's the passage:
"Nice to meet you too. Normally people call me Lizzie. Not that I actually care either way." We didn't shake hands, instead did that awkward little wave, which I really don't like. But she was holding two glasses so there wasn't much choice anyway. My first impression of her was that she was beautiful. Stood there in a short white dress adorned with colourful flours..."
Anonymousover 1 year agoA lonely Brit writer named Lizzie
By a book-loving man is made dizzy
A list they compose
To polish her prose
And the sexy pursuit keeps them busy.
5 stars
khollen2almost 2 years agoSo many possibilities! Where is this story going? Now I'm at the end of the published chapters I am going to have to wait until you publish the next chapter. So looking forward to the further adventures of Lizzie and Ed.
Migbirdalmost 2 years agoAm enjoying this “slow burn” largely because of the character development. Interesting and often thoughtful to “watch” Lizzie engage with herself and Ed not to mention others (in this case Ed’s roommates/friends). She followed Brian’s advice — was brave and enjoyed herself. Falling asleep after dinner is unusual especially around new acquaintances and equally unusual Lizzie did not appear embarrassed — maybe she is growing her self-confidence and/or others made her feel at ease. Maybe I am projecting how I would feel. Pretty obvious I am caught up in her journey — you make it easy to pause and reflect on your fiction.
