“Rx. I told him no. I’m not that stupid.”
She lies back down and shakes her head. “I’m not going home without you Em. Remember… this is
just a holiday romance.”
“I know.” I smile, but somewhere in a ce deep down inside my stomach, I know it’s not.
star O’Shea is the one. I would bet my life on it.
I walk down the street and crane my neck over the crowd to try and see if star is waiting at our
designated corner. It’s 5. 15pm and I have been counting the hours down until I see him again. Is he here? I
can’t see him. I start to panic and then out of nowhere he turns the corner,ing into my vision. A huge
smile crosses his face when he sees me and it’s all I can do not to run and jump into his arms. Wearing a
long coat, with his hair messy and blowing in the wind, he looks just like a man from a movie.
Am I serious? It’s been nine hours since I saw himst and it has been the longest nine hours of my
life. I can’t help myself-I rush to him when I see him. He warmly envelopes me with his arms. We stay
still in the embrace and he lifts my chin and kisses me gently.
“How was my girl’s day?” he whispers.
I beam. “Fine, thank you. How was my man’s day?”
He smiles broadly and I know he likes being called my man. He kisses me quickly. “It was dull
without you.”
He turns me and we walk down the street arm in arm.
I am giddy… Giddy for this man. He could take me on a date to Hell and I would be so damn happy as
long as I was with him.
“We shall just go to yours, grab some things, and then I will make us dinner back at our house.”
I smile. “Okay.” I kiss him again as we walk and we nearly run into a maning in the opposite
direction.
“Get a room.” He growls.
I smirk. “Twinkle, stop it. You make me kiss you in the strangest ces.”
I stand back as star opens the door to my room. He takes control of all things. I don’t even have to
think when he’s around. We walk in and he flicks the light on. I look around at the sparse space. It seems
so emptypared to his opulent home.
“Show me your drawings,” he says as if he’s been waiting to see them.
Oh no. “They are not very good,” I tell him. Although, that’s not really true. I know they are a lot
better than anything I have ever done before. I walk over to the cupboard and hand him myrge art pad.
He flicks over the first page. It’s a picture of countryside with a stable drawn in lead pencil.
“This is?” he asks.
“This is Henry and Elizabeth’s house.”
His eyes lift up to me and he smiles, as if in wonder. “Is this the stable here?” He points to the barn.
I nod and smile proudly.
He turns the page again and it’s a picture of arge sandstone church. His eyes meet mine again and he
smiles softly. “Where is this church?”
I shrug. “No Idea.” I smile, embarrassed, wishing I was as talented as he is. “I just made it up.”
He turns the page again and it’s a picture of a… I don’t even know what it is, other than a doodle. It’s a
shield with an emblem on it. His eyes meet mine and he bends and kisses me gently. “What is this, my
love?”
I love it when he calls me that. “Just a doodle.”
He smiles. “There is no such thing as just a doodle.”
“I’m not sure,” I reply.
He turns thest page over and his brow furrows. It’s a picture I have drawn of a little girl. She’s
about two and has curly hair just above her shoulders. She hasrge eyes and perfect lips and is lookingContent held by N?velDrama.Org.
up at me.
He stares at it and drops to the bed.
I sit down behind him. “I’m not very good.”
He smiles softly. “Who is this wee child?”
“I don’t know, she’s just in my head.”
He continues to stare at it deep in thought. This picture has affected him in some way.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
He stands and walks over to the window to look at the picture closer under the light. His bleary eyes
meet mine. “Nothing is wrong. Everything is as it should be.”
I smile, confused.
“I love you, Emmaline.”
“What?” I whisper.