What Happened That Day (Part of the 'That Day' Series)

Chapter 11 - I'll miss my flight

Georgina

I want to believe everything he's saying to me, boy do I. But come on, he's fucking beautiful and he's got a heart of gold, it all just seems far too good to be true.

We look good together, I mean anyone with eyes can see that. But looks aren't the be and end all are they? You can look like a supermodel and have the personality of a fucking wet mop. And believe me I've met multiple. But Scott seems different, he has both the looks and the personality. But is he telling the truth? Can I trust him?

Only time will tell.

"What about sexting? Sexy FaceTime calls? Come on, George, give me something" the man has been trying his best to bargain with me on how we're going to communicate long distance.

"Hmm... We'll see Scotty Boy" he playfully rolls his eyes at me and a cheeky grin spreads wide across his face.

"Oh we'll definitely see something, George" he says with the cheeky grin still plastered on his face.

I step closer to him, only slightly. He takes that chance to close the gap completely between us, stepping forward so that our bodies are almost touching. Then his fingers are curling in the loose strands of wavy hair I have hanging down from my messy bun and the other hand is firmly on my hip. Taking advantage of his height and body position he takes a cheeky look at my boobs. Making a point to wink at me to let me know what he's doing. I chuckle as I start to pull away when suddenly he pulls me into his chest.

The familiar smell of beer and mint mixed with his aftershave is heavenly and I can't help but breathe him in as I wrap my arms around his back. We stand there for what feels like forever just wrapped up in each other, Scott's head resting in the crook of my neck, when in reality it's only been a few minutes. I feel his lips on my neck just as our coach arrives to take us to the airport.

"Fuck" he mumbles under his breath and I can't help but feel the same way. We haven't had enough time together yet. I cant believe I only met him this morning, I got one day with him. One fucking day, and not even a full day. This is bullshit.

"How about that first FaceTime tonight, princess?" He winks at me as I pull away from him, trying his best to make me laugh and of course I do, I'd never let him know how I really feel.

"Maybe. If your lucky pal" he places his hand on his heart and the shocked look on his face actually makes me laugh for real.

"You hurt me babe, you really do" his large tattooed covered hands grab mine and he's pulling me towards him once again. "Not so fast gorgeous, this is not how we say goodbye" he says no louder than a whisper.

I don't know if it's the perfect dimple in his cheek or the playful glint in his emerald green eyes but he has my heart beating fast, really fast. So fast I can't think straight, and he completely catches me off guard when he slams his lips down on to mine. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I've never had this kind of chemistry with anyone. I've never kissed anyone and have it feel so... Right. The way he pulls me in, claiming my mouth over and over again. It's intense, its down right possessive and I fucking love it.

I can hear the faint noises around us, cars passing by, the shuffling of feet. The suitcases scraping against the floor as they make their way to the coach. The goodbyes going on around us from our group of friends. But right now all I can seem to focus on is this man in front of me and the heat that's building in my core.

This man is something else.

It's not till I feel his hand move further down my back that I immediately pull myself away from him. If I don't i think I'll honestly never get away from this hotel. I'll miss my flight fucking his brains out somewhere inside this hotel, or outside, anywhere really. My body is craving him so badly, what the fuck is going on with me?

"That was some goodbye" I tease as I take a step back from him.

His face is flushed and his eyes are a darker shade of green now, they're incredible. He's incredible. He's fucking downright delicious. I have to get away from him before I blow my cool. She's got a mind of her own and there's no way she's going to behave around him any longer and how can I expect her to? I can feel the heat pooling in my pants already.

"Tell me about it" he groans, running a hand through his dark locks.

"I guess I better go" I say, turning to grab my suitcase when a large hand wraps round my own.

"I'll get it George." He says as he places my case under the coach for me before walking me towards the open door. "I'm just letting you know now there's no way in hell I'm not seeing you again. This definitely isn't the last you've seen of my insanely handsome face that's for sure." He smirks, making me roll my eyes at his choice of words.

I nod, "is that right?" He seems so bloody sure of himself.

"It sure it princess. I'll be coming to you, or you'll be coming to me, babe. But either way, it's happening" and then he places a quick kiss on my forehead before stepping to the side to allow me on to the coach.

I turn to face him before I step on, "okay"

"Okay?" He questions.

"Okay" I nod, and I mean it. If he says that's what's happening then let it happen. I can't help the smile that spreads across my face especially when I see his cheesy grin opposite me.

"Okay" he beams.

I step on to the coach, stealing one last look at the 6 foot Adonis staring back at me.

"Bye George"

"See you soon, Scotty boy"