MG- Iker, candyfloss and a gay bar!
Edit: The description in this story is based on the only gay club I’ve ever been in so I apologise if it offends anyone!
‘Wow you look hot!’ he commented, coming up behind me and nuzzling my neck.
I smiled at him in the mirror and put a hand up to stroke his head.
‘You don’t look too shabby yourself’ I winked, ‘are you ready?’
He nodded and with a final kiss we set off to the engagement party.
‘I’m so excited about this!’ I exclaimed as we queued to get into the town’s hottest new club La pina rosada ‘Have you got the supplies?’
‘Right here’ he nodded holding up a plastic bag, ‘Do you think we’ll have enough?’
‘Oh I’m sure there’ll be someone to buy from inside’ I reassured him, ‘I’ve never been in a gay bar where there wasn’t’
Inside was a paradise of pure decadence: white leather booths lined the silver and diamond encrusted walls, while pink helium balloons hung suspended above the dance floor ready to be released later in the evening.
‘Come on lets dance’ I yelled over the sound of Abba and dragged him onto the floor to shake his fabulous booty to Dancing Queen.
As the night wore on the party got wilder and wilder and soon the dance floor was jammed with over excited couples gyrating suggestively against each other. The heat was stifling and catching his eye I indicated my need to go and get some air.
We made our way out of the club’s back door into the dimly lit alley behind it. Sighing with relief I leant against the nearest wall letting the gentle night breeze calm my feverish skin. Opening my eyes I found he was standing in front of me his face a mere breath away from mine,
‘We’re supposed to be cooling off!’ I laughed lifting my mouth to meet his, ‘not raising the temperature further!’
Suddenly I caught sight of something over his shoulder and screamed loudly.
‘What is it?’ he exclaimed ‘I haven’t touched you yet!’
‘There’ I stammered, ‘In the corner - it’s a body!’
‘Don’t be……’ he began, then following my gaze gasped,
‘Oh my God you’re right!’
Cautiously we walked across to where the person was laid and as we got closer I realised it was a man. Bending down I felt for a pulse.
‘They’re alive’ I sighed with relief ‘but totally out of it’
‘Maybe this explains why!’ he said picking up several empty clear, plastic bags from the floor at the side of the unconscious figure.
‘Oh my God!’ I exclaimed, ‘What’s wrong with these people? Don’t they understand how dangerous this stuff is taken in these kind of quantities??’
And reaching for my mobile I began dialling the emergency services.
*A few days later*
‘Good evening and welcome to Sky Sports news - In an exclusive interview today the Spanish football association announced that, unfortunately, due to his recent admission to the Madrid Priory, where he will receive specialist treatment for his life threatening addiction to candy floss Iker Casillas will not be available for the upcoming World cup.
In a statement from the club the President has maintained they are 100% behind their keeper, who had been floss free for almost ten years before being exposed to its potent charms on a night out with team mates last week, and club captain, Raul, whose own problems with sugar addiction are well documented, has vowed to support him in his fight. to get clean.
‘Oh that’s awful news about Iker’ I sighed walking into the bedroom where my husband was packing his suitcase and running my hand over his bent, shaven head.
‘I know its terrible’ he agreed, ‘Now could you pass me my gloves please - I think im going to be needing them quite a bit over the next few weeks!’
MG's from last week- which was suposed to be about Silva but as I know nothing about him I just wandered down my own path!
The Job Interview
‘Ive got to find a more fulfilling career’ I sighed, wiping tomato ketchup off the kitchen walls for the twentieth time that week ‘Im just not cut out for childminding anymore!’
‘Well why don’t you go for this?’ Emma suggested, picking up a nearby newspaper and pointing to the Situations Vacant column.
‘Body oiler required for Sky’s Gladiators show?’ I read aloud.
‘No the one below it’ she laughed, ‘for the live in cook’
Reading the ad a smile spread across my face, ‘That’s perfect’ I grinned ‘I love cooking and its only for a single bloke so its hardly going to be hard work’
A week later I found myself sitting in the hallway of a beautifully furnished flat in North London.
‘Miss Brookes’ a soft voice said and I glanced up to see a tall, slightly nervous looking man standing in a nearby doorway. ‘Would you like to come in?’
Smoothing down my skirt and tucking a wayward curl behind my ear I followed him into a room painted in the most delicate duck egg blue. The soft furnishings were the colour of clotted cream and right in the centre of the floor was a huge, baby soft, sheepskin rug.
‘Please sit down’ he said indicating a huge sofa, before taking a seat on the chair opposite.
‘Ok!’ he smiled ‘so maybe you could start by telling me what qualities you have that suit this position?’
A rather embarrassing silence fell in the room.
‘Sorry!’ I apologised, quickly pulling myself together ‘I was just……’
And then I stopped realising how stupid I would sound, telling him I’d just been rendered speechless by his gorgeous dimples when he smiled at me!
‘Its ok’ he reassured me ‘There’s plenty of time - would a drink help?’
‘That would be lovely’ I nodded ‘Do you have tea?’
‘I do’ he told me, then blushing added ‘but I’m not completely sure how to make it properly - not being English.’
‘That’s ok’ I smiled, ‘I’ll do it - I’m an expert!’
Following him into the spotlessly clean kitchen I admired the gleaming equipment and felt a jolt of excitement at the thought of all the fantastic dishes I could create in there. He noticed me looking and sheepishly confessed he’d never used any of it himself.
‘Really?’ I asked astounded ‘Can’t you cook anything?’
‘Oh yes!’ he replied proudly ‘I make fantastic fruit kebabs!’
For some reason I found this highly amusing and burst into a fit of giggles.
‘Oh! I’m sorry’ I said stopping abruptly as I saw the look of hurt on his face ‘I didn’t mean to mock you’ and in a unconscious movement I put my hand on his arm to appease him.
As soon as I placed it there everything seemed to change. A strange stillness descended as we both stared at it for several seconds before simultaneously raising our eyes and locking them together. I felt I should say something but was unable to speak as slowly he brought a long finger to my face and ran it sensuously along my jaw.
Feeling my knees buckle slightly I leant back against the kitchen units to steady myself as he moved closer and placed his other hand at the base of my spine.
I wanted him to kiss me, needed him to kiss me but at the same time I was lost in this sublime moment where, standing inches apart, mouths almost touching, we breathed the same air and saw nothing but each other.
I could smell his unique scent, a mix of grass and vanilla and it made me dizzy with desire. Unable to stop myself I reached up and traced the curve of the little scar above his right eyebrow.
Removing his finger from my chin he carefully cupped it in his hands and never breaking eye contact gently brushed my lips with his, before increasing the pressure until they parted far enough to allow his tongue to pass.
He kissed me with a mixture of intensity and an undisguised naivety which both thrilled and soothed me at the same time.
Finally he broke away and taking my hand led me back to the lounge.
‘I’m not very good at this’ he whispered shyly.
‘Shhh!’ I put a finger to his lips, ‘ just relax and enjoy it’ and kneeling on the sheepskin rug I pulled him down beside me.
‘Kiss me again’ I murmured into his chest ‘Please just kiss me again’
He needed no further invitation and pushing me back onto the soft floor he resumed the pressure on my mouth with his own. I moaned softly as he moved his lips to my neck, sucking softly on the hollow of my throat before leaving tiny butterfly kisses along my collarbone.
Wriggling slightly I adjusted my position so that despite the height difference our bodies touched in as many places as was possible. I could feel the heat he was generating seep through my clothes and inflame my soul until unable to wait any longer I tugged his shirt open with feverish hands. Feeling him shiver beneath my fingers only served to increase my desire and replacing my hands on his chest with my tongue, I moved them to his belt.
In what seemed like seconds our clothes had vanished and I found myself arching my body towards him desperate for any contact, however small.
‘I want you so much,’ he sighed twisting one of my curls around his beautiful long fingers.
‘I want you too’ I breathed, then let out a whimper as his mouth began a spine tingling journey down my body.
‘Please Philippe!’ I begged burying my nails deep into the pile of the rug, ‘I can’t stand it any longer’
Slowly, teasingly he travelled back over my burning skin until we were once more facing each other, before gently parting my thighs.
Afterwards as I lay in his arms I was conscious of a change within me. Id always felt I was missing something, a small part of me that I could never quite locate but now I knew Id found it - the thing Id spent my whole life searching for was sleeping peacefully by my side.
‘I love you’ he murmured rousing slightly.
‘I love you too’ I replied stroking his wrinkled brow ‘and I think I always have’
Blue- Pepe, park, superglue
Sorry if I missed some SBAers - a bit hard to squeeze everyone + their ballers in
On one sunny morning in Madrid, I was rushing to go to El Parque del Retiro (Retiro Park) to help out in a charity football workshop organised by Iker. In a hurry, I shoved all the decoration supplies – pen, scissors, superglue, ribbons, balloon, etc - into a big bag.
“You’re going already? It’s a bit early, isn’t it?” Metze asked with a sleepy voice.
I leaned and kissed him – “Morning to you too… yeah, I want to finish the decorating the stage before the crowd gathers. How are you feeling today?”
“Hmph… not worse but not better either,” he sulked – and was looking very moody - he had grown his beard back since he got injured in the last international game.
I sat on the bed and stroked his thick beard, “Hey – you’ll get better soon, OK? The doctor said that your rehabilitation is going very well. And we could always go to Australia next year.”
He held my hand tightly and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.
“Can’t you stay home today?” he whispered while giving butterfly kisses on my neck.
“Mmmhhhh… no... I’ve promised to help out and the girls will be there. Chris… please stop …
Why don’t you come with me? It’s a really nice day outside, and you usually love charity events.”
He looked at me and said, “And get reminded by the Spanish Team that I can’t play soccer for the next weeks?”
“Ayyy… enough with the sulking! And they won’t do that to you.” I got a bit annoyed – he’d been acting like this for the last weeks.
“You’re coming with me - maybe some fresh air will do you good. Come on!” I pulled his arm to get him to stand up.
“You’ll be late waiting for me to get ready. Weren’t you in a hurry?” he jeered.
I pushed him to the bathroom and said, “No excuse. I’ll help you in the shower if I need to.”
Then he smiled and I saw a glint of cheekiness in his eyes - I’d better call Iker to let him know that we’ll be late.
*
By the time we got to the park, the SBA girls were already buzzing to get the workshop underway.
Ali , Sergio, Steph, Bojan, Malin and Nando were helping Callie and Iker setting up the goal posts.
Minty, MG, Cesc and Lucy were dragging bags of soccer balls to the different sections of the park while telling Cesc that waxing his arms was not a good idea at all.
I could see Laura, Venice, MXA and Xabi inspecting Raul’s bag to check if he smuggled some cookies / yoghurt – good on them!
Raul was talking to Victor Valdez about getting called up by the Spanish team – it seemed that Vicente was impressed with their performance in the last season.
Gina , VB and Villa ran towards us.
VB said, “There you are!!! Quick give us the balloon… David – could you start with the red one, please?”
Gina looked at Metze – “And Metze – could you help Pavi, Lynx, Pau and Silva hanging the banner over there? And, here. You might get a bit thirsty.” She handed him a bottle of water.
“Ginnnaaaaaa…!” David Villa gave her a stern look then pointed one finger to his hip dips.
*
I was about to finish decorating the table on the stage when Pepe approached me.
“Hey – are you almost finished with that superglue?” he asked.
“Yeah – give me one second,” as I glued the last red and yellow ribbon on to the sides of the table.
“Aha – great! Thanks heaps!” he grinned and disappeared before I could ask him anything.
The workshop went really well, and we raised a huge sum for the local children’s hospital.
Metze also enjoyed himself until some little kids cried upon the sight of him with that thick beard.
Then he just walked backstage to sulk, and sat near the water cooler – this prompted Pavi, Lynx and Gina to offer him a glass of water.
*
The players were getting ready to walk onto the stage to sign autographs for the fans, when I heard a loud scream.
“AAAAARRGHHHH!!!! WHO DID THISSS?????” I was shocked to see Iker looking so flustered and frustrated.
I ran over to see what had happened, and Callie was trying to help Iker getting his gloves off.
“Ouch, ouch!!!! Callie that hurts! Who put glue in my gloves????”
Unconsciously, I looked at Victor, who couldn’t contain his glee.
But then I saw Pepe’s face looking a bit purple – he was trying hard to hold his laugh, he couldn’t and bursted out laughing.
At that stage, almost everyone was laughing out loud – except poor Iker.
“PEPE!!! Did you do this??? Wait until I get you, you hear me????”
Callie tried to console Iker and she remembered that she got a nail polish remover in her handbag.
She dragged Iker backstage and started working on removing the superglue with high precision, thanks to her lab-trained hands.
*
The event continued on by Pepe taking over the mic, introducing the whole Spanish team. Before it could drag on for too long, Raul grabbed the mic from Pepe.
Then he realised that the mic felt a bit sticky. And his hand was stuck. “What the???”
Pepe was surprised as well – he tried to remove the mic from his hand, but it wouldn’t budge.
The crowd was not aware of what was actually happening, all that they could see was Pepe and Raul fighting for the mic.
The crowd laughed and started heckling.
Pepe laughed and said, “Oh well – it seems that you’re stuck with me, Raul… how about a little kiss, huh??”
Raul’s face went pale as he tried to run away from Pepe’s embrace.
I glanced at Metze and he seemed unusually pleased.
“Chris – did you put glue on that mic?”
“Well – I was feeling a bit bored,” he grinned mischievously.
Beth- Cesc, a Zebra and a Masked ball.
Having agreed to keep Cesc company for the day, I was stuck with ideas for what to do with him. He had been stuck inside due to the rain for the last week and that had made him like a very grumpy child. With the weather finally clearing up I decided to take him down to the beach for some fresh air and so that he could get rid of some energy by riding the donkeys, which he had be badgering me to take him to do since we moved to the seaside 6 months ago.
On arrival at the beach I realised there was something wrong. Cesc however seemed very excited. There were no longer donkeys taking people for rides on the beach…they were now using zebras. How odd, I know I hadn’t been to the beach in a long time, but I didn’t think this much would have changed!! Giving Cesc all of the change in my purse I stood on the promenade and watched him run down and join the queue for the zebra’s, I couldn’t help but smile at the excitement written all over his face.
When his turn came he very carefully rode up and then back down the stretch of sand laid out for the zebra, and looked very pleased with himself as he was turning the zebra back round at the end of his ride. I was standing cheering from the side especially pleased that he hadn’t embarrassed himself. Oops maybe I had thought too soon! A small child had dropped their ice cream and started screaming just behind the zebra, which had spooked it. Cesc was in the process of dismounting when the zebra had charged off down the beach, in the opposite direction to any help. I thought he had managed to get his feet to the floor, but as I watched on in horror I realised that Cesc was clinging on for dear life because his arm hair had got caught in the saddle (note: really sorry about this I couldn’t resist!) therefore meaning he couldn’t separate himself from the zebra. I was powerless to help as the zebra took off down the beach, however, he was being chased down by a very concerned paramedic called Lucy who apparently had a very special talent for taking care of forearms especially hairy ones!
Lucy made good ground on the zebra and was able to guide it too a walk and then halt as she carefully untangled Cesc’s hair from the reins and front of the saddle. As I and the owner of the zebra joined Lucy, Cesc and the zebra (Sophie I think it was called), Lucy and Cesc were sitting on the beach with Lucy massaging Savlon into his sore arms.
After Cesc had been assessed for other injuries and was ready to go home he informed me that Lucy had invited him to a masked ball being held at her uncles house that evening. Not being allowed out past 10pm without a chaperone (he’s delicate that Cesc!) he said he had asked Lucy if I could accompany him and she had agreed. Great I thought, no evening in with the TV and internet for company. Now I would have to make an effort, find a dress and keep myself company all evening as Cesc would disappear off with Lucy no doubt.
Cesc, in his elated state, persuaded me to buy him an ice cream. As I was going to pay I realised with dismay that I was out of change. Whilst fumbling in my hand bag to find a note of some sort and praying that there was one in there, a smooth voice interrupted with an “allow me”. Bright red in the face I turned and start refusing his kind offer. The tall, dark and very handsome stranger insists and secretly feeling very relieved I accepted. Once outside the ice cream parlour I re-state my thanks and try to remove my self from the situation before it got even more excruciating.
On arrival at the country hall later that evening mask and purse in one hand, and Cesc’s tie and mask in the other one I couldn’t help but think how well Cesc scrubbed up when he wanted to make an effort. His arms were still a bit sore from earlier but on the whole he had recovered quite well from the ordeal. As he skipped up the path I had to remind him to put on his mask and almost tie him down to make him stand still long enough for me to tie his tie. Lucy was waiting for him as we arrived leaving me to head to the bar. Collapsing on a chair and ordering a large drink I noticed another figure a few stools down. Noticing the goalie gloves poking out of his suit jacket, and the fine hands that accompanied them which looked strangely familiar, my curiosity deepened. On hearing his drinks order I was left in no doubt that he was the gentleman from earlier. Deciding not to follow the protocol put in place for the evening I removed my mask and with a blushing face reminded the gentleman of his kind act earlier. With recognition dawning on his face, he removed his mask, grabbed my hand and dragged me out in to the garden. This evening was looking up already!
Gina- desert island, a map and Nando
Looking down at the map in my hands once again, I shook my head. This had to be wrong, it said that I should be coming up to a waterfall right about now, and there was no sign of water anywhere! Sighing as I sat down under the shade of a palm tree, I folded the map up and tucked it into the pocket of my shorts. The heat was sweltering already and it wasn’t even noon yet. I could feel the drops of sweat running down my back, cooling my burning skin for mere seconds before the hot air took over again. Lying back, I closed my eyes, dreaming of a place with cool water and an ice cold drink waiting for me at a makeshift bar.
I was woken up from my slumber later that day by a bucket of ice-cold water getting tipped over me. I shot up instantly, ready to shout at whoever had dared wake me up so cruelly, when I realised that the water was actually having the desired effect and cooling me down. I promptly closed my mouth again, looking up at the person who had woken me up. He was quite tall, blonde and had the most amazing smile in the world. All in all, he was quite a good-looking guy. He looked at me almost shyly; his face going bright red as he noticed my drenched shirt was now going see-through. I self-consciously crossed my arms over my chest and smiled back at him.
“Sorry about that.” He said, nodding at my shirt. I shrugged and told him it didn’t matter.
“So, what exactly are you doing here?”
“I’m on my honeymoon. My wife Malin is around here somewhere, I got bored of sitting on the beach so I decided to take a walk.”
“You’re on your honeymoon? On a desert island in the middle of summer?”
“Yes, she wanted to come here, and who was I to refuse? I wish I’d thought to bring some stronger lotion though, this sunburn is not a good look for me.”
I looked him over, only now noticing that his skin was a rather unflattering shade of pink. I held back a laugh and he raised an eyebrow at me.
“You think you’re in a better state? Clearly, lobster is in this summer.”
I looked down at my own legs, which were the same shade of pink as him. Unfortunately, the back of my legs hadn’t seen the sun and were currently whiter than white. I groaned as I desperately tried to find a way to cover the odd sunburn, and he waved a hand at me dismissively.
“Don’t worry about it, my sunburn is probably worse. At least you’ll be able to sleep on your back. Anyway, I’d better be getting back now, I've been gone for ages and Malin will be getting worried.”
I nodded, and he’d only got a couple of steps away before I remembered the waterfall I was looking for and asked him about it. He walked back over as I pulled the map out and unfolded it, holding it out in front of me.
“So you see, it says here that the waterfall is just over a hill about 20 yards from here, but there isn’t a hill. I’m really confused. Do you think I should write to the people that made this map and tell them they have it wrong?”
He looked at the map for several seconds, a smirk on his face before he prised it out of my hands, turned it around and gave it back.
“It’s upside down. You were looking at it all wrong, no wonder you couldn’t find the waterfall!” I went bright red and smacked my open palm against my forehead, momentarily forgetting about my sunburn. He pointed at a spot on the map.
“We’re here, the waterfall you want to get to is all the way on the other side of the island. Good luck getting there.”
I thanked him, cursing my inability to read a map and thinking about how I was going to get the message to the other girls that I was going to be a little late for our girly holiday.
MXA- Egypt, an umbrella and Villa.
I can feel a trickle of sweat sliding down the back of my neck, I’m struggling to breath, my heart is racing and hang on, was that my lung giving up and bursting? When Xabi surprised me with a trip to Egypt I was over the moon, I imagined all the romantic things we could do together, this was not meant to happen. I was just going for a stroll and to look at the amazing scenery while Xabi went to the gym, OK, OK, I was looking for a shoe shop, but I never expected to end up in the middle of no where completely lost without my mobile phone or anything to drink. (Note to self: If you want a hip flask in your handbag don’t let anyone talk you out of it through risk of becoming an ‘alchi’). Oh god, I really am hot, I don’t know how I’m ever going to find my way out of this seemingly deserted place. I stop walking and take a second to catch my breath, I roll my shorts up a few more times to get some air on my legs and tie a knot in the back of my t-shirt to get it off my sweating body. I am soaked through with sweat, I must look a mess, all that time straightening my hair just for it to curl back up in the heat. My feet ache too, I remove my flip flops as they’ve started to blister my feet, I put them into my handbag and look around trying to work out which direction I should be heading. Wait! What’s that? I swear I can see something in the distance, and is that music I hear?
Finding a last bit of energy I start to run in the direction of the glimmer of colour and noise. As I’m running I’m convinced I can see something there, yes, finally, someone to help me!! I call out ‘Hello, is someone there?’. No reply, but I’m almost there now and I think I can make out a man under a giant pink and blue striped umbrella. Yes, there definitely is someone there, and he seems surrounded by stuff, there’s a cooler box and a stereo, I had heard music, I’m not going insane, hooray!!
I reach the man, he’s lying back in a deck chair wearing a pair of dark green shorts rolled up to reveal tanned thighs. He looks up at me, taking his sunglasses off and placing them on top of his head. I wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t he just takes a long swig of his bottled beer and points to the deck chair next to him. I don’t remember seeing two chairs before. My mouth is watering looking at the liquid in the glass bottle, I can see droplets of water running down the side and landing onto his lower tummy.
I can’t take the silence anymore, I need help and to get home. ‘Hi, is there anyway you can help me? I’m lost and I need to get home, I’ve been walking around for hours. Please, how can I get back into town?’ I’m speaking too fast and from the look on his face I start to wonder if he understands English. I’m infuriated when he just shrugs his shoulders at me, but then reaches into the cooler next to his chair and pulls out a bottle. He leans forward and offers the bottle to me “aqui”. It’s the first time I’ve heard his voice and I feel relaxed just by hearing his tone. I take the bottle and decide to sit next to him. Tasting the beer on my tongue is like heaven, I close my eyes and with the sound of Christina Agularia coming from the stereo I almost forget about the drama I have just been through. I’m brought back to reality when the man nudges my arm, I look over at him and see he is offering me something. Oh my god, is that a joint? As if I’m going to get stoned right now, I have issues to deal with you know!! Then again, it doesn’t look like this man knows how to get back to town and he seems pretty happy here. OK, maybe I’ll just have a few pulls I think as I take it out of his hand. Lighting it up I take a long drag and start to cough furiously, hm, think I’m remembering why I don’t smoke. I have a few more pulls and pass it back to him.
*Two hours later*
I don’t think I have ever laughed this much. I look up at the man and fall about laughing once more when I see the pink icing on his chin. He throws yet another empty bottle away from him into the pile a few yards away, I don’t remember drinking that much. I’m so thankful that the man had food stored away, I hadn’t even realised I was hungry. Oh wow, is that a bag of onion rings I spy. Seems we both have the same idea, as I launch forward to grab them he does the same, we both fall off our deck chairs and crash into one another. Laying side by side on the floor we once again fall into a fit of giggles. I roll onto my side and look into his big brown eyes, they seem from another world, there’s something in them that isn’t quite right, but could never be classed as wrong. He raises a hand and runs his fingers over my eyelids closing them, I keep them closed and feel his hand trace my face and end with him tucking stray hair behind my ear, I feel peaceful, like I’m floating or something…..
“Maxine!! Come on, baby, wake up!!” I can hear a voice from somewhere, where’s that coming from? I feel the faintest of kiss touch down on my lips. I know those lips, I must wake up, come on, open your eyes, you can do it. With what feels like a huge effort I slowly open my eyes, I can see a face looking down on me, it’s so full of concern. That face is Xabi’s. Where am I? What’s going on?
He grins down at me and helps me sit up. I look around, I’m in a dry land area, there’s no one around, but I can see a car parked a few feet away, it’s dark outside.
“What happened?” I ask. He looks at me and I can see the worry in his eyes, he takes hold of my hand before replying “You never came back, I was getting so worried, I’ve been driving around for hours looking for you. No one in town had seen you walk by and then I spotted you lying here in this empty field, I rushed over and you wouldn’t wake up, but you had a smile on your face, I’ve never seen you look so beautiful”. I look down at my dirty clothing and scratched up legs, I run a hand through my ragged hair and I realise I am never going to love someone as much as I love this man right now. I give him a long tender kiss and hug him tightly to my body breathing words into his ear. He helps me up and as I start to walk something falls to the ground. I stop to pick it up and run it over my fingers. In the palm of my hand is a little cocktail umbrella with pink and blue strips. Written in tiny letters are the words ‘I knew he’d find you’.
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