“Spencer,” Percival indicators, snapping me out of my reverie. “I’ve one other shock for you.”

“Actually?” I ask, my coronary heart racing with anticipation. “You’re like Mary Poppins, with a bag filled with surprises. What’s it?”

“You’ll see,” he teases, a mischievous smile taking part in on his lips.

“Are you able to no less than give me a touch?” I plead, curiosity piqued.

“Nope,” he replies, shaking his head playfully. “You’ll simply have to attend and discover out.”

A smile pulls my lips up, totally having fun with the sense of awe that colours our each interplay. With every new discovery, Percival’s world appears to develop extra vibrant, and I discover myself longing to be part of it—even when just for a short time.

Because the solar slips under the horizon, casting a heat golden glow throughout the Neptune Terrace, Percival leads me to a secluded spot overlooking the ocean. I gasp in awe as my eyes take within the beautiful scene earlier than me: a fantastic desk adorned with flickering candles and delicate white roses, all set in opposition to the backdrop of the starry night time sky.

“Is that this for us?” I signal, unable to include my amazement.

“After all,” Percival responds, his smile broadening. “I needed our dinner to be as magnificent as the remainder of our day.”

My coronary heart swells with gratitude, and I attempt to wrap my thoughts round how I ever received so fortunate to have met somebody like him. As we take our seats, a delicate sea breeze rustles the leaves above us, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and blooming jasmine.

“Spencer,” Percival indicators, he’s turning into higher and higher. His darkish eyes twinkling within the twilight. “This place is unbelievable, isn’t it?”

“Completely,” I reply, my gaze drifting previous the ornate Neptune Pool and out towards the limitless expanse of ocean past. “I’ve by no means skilled something like this earlier than.”

“Neither have I,” he admits, reaching throughout the desk to softly contact my hand. “And I’m glad we get to share it collectively.”

The heat of his contact sends shivers down my backbone, reminding me simply how a lot our connection has grown over the course of those previous a number of days. And but, I can’t shake the nagging feeling that our time collectively is fleeting, that our vastly completely different worlds will quickly come crashing again down round us.

“Spencer, what’s mistaken?” Percival asks with concern etched throughout his face. “You appear misplaced in thought.”

“Nothing, actually.” I power a smile, unwilling to let my fears taint this good second. “I’m simply… overwhelmed by all of this.”

“Good overwhelmed, I hope?”

“Undoubtedly,” I guarantee him, my smile real this time. “I can’t thanks sufficient for at this time. It’s been a dream come true.”

“Right now is only the start, Spencer,” he guarantees, his eyes locked on mine with unwavering sincerity. “There’s a lot extra I wish to present you.”

“Even when our time is restricted?” I ask, my coronary heart heavy with the burden of unstated truths.

“Particularly then,” he replies, squeezing my hand gently. “We’ll take advantage of each second, wherever our journey takes us.”

As Percival speaks, I discover myself believing in the opportunity of a future past our variations transcend the boundaries of our worlds. And as we savor our dinner underneath the celebrities, laughter, and dialog filling the air round us, I maintain onto that hope—that one way or the other, our story will proceed to unfold in opposition to all odds.

Chapter Twenty

Percival

The engine of my black Porsche roars as I push the gasoline, the wind whipping by means of my hair. A smile turns my lips up—oh, how I’ve missed this exhilarating pace. My coronary heart races in anticipation of what’s to come back.

As we race in the direction of the B&B, the picturesque shoreline stretches out alongside us.

“Your hand is freezing!” I say, as our fingers entwine on the middle console. Her pores and skin is delicate and delicate, however her grip is agency. It’s a sensation I by no means knew I craved till now.

“Yours is sort of a furnace,” she retorts. “It’s good.”

“Ha! I at all times knew I used to be scorching stuff.” I give her a wink, however inside, my ideas are racing. Touching her like this, it’s so intimate, so thrilling. I need extra, my cock proper now’s exhausting as a rod, however I don’t wish to push her away. Hell, I owe her my life—I can’t simply waltz in and take what I need with out giving one thing again.

“Talking of scorching stuff,” she says. “I’ve been that means to ask you, why don’t you ever put on a shirt in non-public?”

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