Dark Love by M. D. Bowden Page B

room
and placing her bits and pieces on the window sill in the bathroom,
which was tiny. There was a toilet and a sink, and a low down
shower, even she would need to duck to wash. Hmm, washing. Now that
sounded like a good idea.
    She quickly put
away Daniel’s stuff too. His items were very minimalist so her
curiosity to discover more about him was not satisfied.
    There were
towels in a pile at the foot of the bed. She supposed they had been
on the bed before their, err… kinky action. She grabbed one and
rushed to the shower. It was weak and disappointing. She had had to
stand under it for ages to get the bubbles out of her hair.
    Dissatisfied,
she was just stepping out when Daniel came in with an enticing
glint in his eye. From behind his back he pulled out a glass of
bubbly and pushed it into her hand.
    She flushed –
she was still naked! She sipped the bubbly liquid, appreciating its
smooth taste, and how it made her brain feel like it fizzed.
    ‘Thank you,’
she smirked, and reached for a towel.
    Daniel stroked
her tummy playfully before she managed to wrap it around her body,
then he disappeared. She heard his steps on wood as he descended
the stairs and left her alone to get dressed.
    She took a few
more sips and then hurriedly threw on some clothes. Now Daniel was
back she wanted to explore. She brushed and blow dried her hair and
rejoiced in putting makeup on for the first time in days.
    Finishing her
drink she took one look around their new room then bounded down the
stairs to Daniel. She found him in the living room, relaxing on a
worm sofa with his feet up – a glass of bubbly in hand. He gave her
a super sexy smile which did funny things to her insides.
    ‘Fancy an
explore?’ she asked him.
    ‘Alright then,’
he said.
    But his actions
did not go with his words. Instead of getting up he opened up his
arms. Sarah gave in and went to him and sat on his lap. He picked
up the bottle of bubbly from the floor, it was Prosecco from Italy,
and refilled her glass.
    ‘Cheers,’ he
said, and clinked her glass with his.
    ‘Cheers,’ Sarah
giggled, and took a long sip.
    She snuggled
into his shoulder and finished off her drink.
    ‘Let’s go!’ she
said.
    It was her
first time in England and she was eager to see her new
surroundings. She had been in a complete daze when they had arrived
at the house and she had barely taken it in.
    Sarah sprang to
her feet and extended her hands to him, and this time it was him
that laughed. But he did take her hands and allowed himself to be
dragged out of his comfort. Sarah opened the front door and
beckoned Daniel out of the house, then shut it firmly behind
her.
    She looked
about and could not see another house in sight, just the top of
that steeple she had spotted from her window. It was over the hill
in the next valley. The sky was dark, which added to the moodiness
of the moor, although she supposed it was only about three in the
afternoon. A gentle breeze made the tall grasses sway and dim light
glinted off patches of watery marsh. Sarah breathed in deeply and
did not smell the slightest hint of pine. The air smelt fresh and
damp, like it was going to rain.
    She turned and
looked at the house she now lived in. They lived in. Together.
    It was as cute
as it had looked in the pictures. The old stone it was made of was
rugged in shape, and grey with an array of colors providing gentle
variation. Every stone was different, giving the house a truly
unique look.
    Daniel took her
hand and led her away, and she exchanged a grin as they started to
walk, not down the track to the road, but off onto the wild moor.
The ground was soft beneath her feet. She just had to make sure she
avoided all the pieces of granite that were everywhere.
    ‘So, did you
pay for this place?’ she asked him while trying not to sound
accusatory.
    She was hopeful
for an answer that would not fight within her conscience, or make
her think less of him. She loved it and did not want to have to let
it