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“Ready for the next step?” Percival asks, sipping his coffee with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Got something real special planned for today.”
I respond with an enthusiastic nod, excitement coursing through me like electricity. Despite the exhaustion clinging to my bones, I feel alive and invigorated, ready to embrace whatever comes next.
“Good,” he says, his hand reaching out to brush against mine ever so briefly. “You just wait and see, Spencer. You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
And with that tantalizing promise, we finish our breakfast and prepare to embark on the next chapter of our journey together—a journey filled with anticipation and an undeniable connection that refuses to be ignored.
As I take a bite of a warm croissant, the buttery flakes melting on my tongue, I catch Percival watching me with an amused smile. “You like the food?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Love it,” I write on my pad, savoring every morsel. “I’ve never had anything this fancy for breakfast before.”
“Ah, well, you deserve the best,” he says, his voice dripping with sincerity. “And speaking of today, we’ve got some fun planned.”
“Really? What are we doing?” I ask, writing, curiosity piqued. I can feel my heart rate pick up.
“Ah-ah,” Percival chides playfully, wagging a finger at me. “No spoilers. Just trust me, you’re gonna have a blast.”
While my lips pull up in a smile, my chest swells with excitement, and I find myself completely captivated by the twinkle in his eyes.
“Good choice,” he replies, grinning back at me. “Now, eat up. We’re gonna need our energy for what’s ahead.”
We continue eating as Percival shares stories from his past—first, about growing up with his older siblings, then about his college years, turning into wild parties, extravagant vacations, and hilarious mishaps—while I read the words on his lips with rapt attention, hanging onto every word.
“Your life sounds so… free,” I remark over a piece of paper, feeling a pang of envy.
“Maybe,” Percival says thoughtfully. “But your quiet life has its own charm, too. Sometimes, I wish I could just slow down and enjoy the simple things, you know?”
As we finish breakfast, I can’t shake the sense of anticipation building within me. I’m eager for whatever adventure awaits us, but I’m also nervous about stepping outside my comfort zone. Yet, with Percival by my side, I feel a sense of reassurance that makes the unknown less daunting.
“Ready to go?” Percival asks, standing up and offering his hand. I take it without hesitation, feeling a thrill at the touch of his skin against mine.
My answer is a grin, and he doesn’t need anything else. He knows it.
“Then let’s do this.” And with that, we set off, hand in hand, the world opening up before us like a book filled with endless possibilities.
Chapter Fifteen
Percival
Itossandturnin my bed, sheets tangled around my legs, sweat beading on my forehead. The images haunting my dreams are unbidden, yet I can’t seem to shake them. Spencer’s naked body, her smooth skin glowing in the moonlight, beckons me, stirring something deep within my chest. It’s a struggle I’ve never experienced before, this desire to both possess and protect someone so fiercely.
“Come on, Percival, get it together,” I mutter under my breath, fighting the urge to reach out and touch the tantalizing curves that tease me from the shadows of my imagination. I force myself to think of anything else—work, sports, even the weather—but nothing can erase the allure of Spencer’s form from my mind.
As the morning sun creeps through the curtains, I finally surrender to the exhaustion weighing down my eyelids. But sleep brings no relief, only more vivid fantasies of Spencer that leave me aching with need.
“Ready for an adventure?” I ask, grinning at Spencer as we stand in the driveway. She nods enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
She replies with a grin spreading across her beautiful face. I open the door to my black Porsche SUV allowing her to slide into the passenger seat before taking my place behind the wheel. With a roar, the engine comes to life, and I shift into gear, pulling onto the Pacific Highway that stretches out before us like a ribbon of possibilities.
As we drive north, I open the sunroof, and the wind whips through our hair, carrying with it the salty scent of the ocean. The sun beats down on us, casting a warm glow over everything in sight. Spencer’s laughter fills the air, mingling with the sound of crashing waves and the call of seagulls overhead. Already, this feels different from any other trip I’ve taken—more thrilling, more alive.
I can hear her laugh above the roar of the wind, her expression tinged with pure joy. I feel the same, pure freedom.
She throws her arms wide, embracing the world around her as I steal a glance at her. Her spirit marvels me, and I wonder how I ever lived without it. For the first time in a long while, I feel truly alive.
As we continue our journey, the sprawling cityscape gives way to rugged cliffs and azure waters. The road winds along the coast, hugging the edge of the continent like a lover’s embrace. I feel a deep connection to the land itself as if it were an extension of my own soul.
The sun casts a warm golden glow on the Santa Monica pier as we pull up to the iconic entrance, its vibrant colors beckoning us to explore. I can hear the laughter of children echoing through the air and feel the energy pulsating from the lively crowd. The scent of cotton candy and popcorn wafts towards us, making my mouth water in anticipation.
