If Only

Twenty Four

"Let me go!" I begged

"safety first Miss Bartlett we are landing!" He strapped us into a seatbelt and tied the blindfold around my eyes, I couldn't see a thing

"How many fingers am I holding up?" He waved his hand in my face which I could not see

"Mmmmm 36?"

"Exactly" as he held me tight in his arms, squeezing me close. I could feel himself harden against me and he put his head at the crook of my shoulder

I felt as the plane touched the ground squeezing his thigh in reaction "I totally just clawed you and I'm sorry"

"I didn't mind it" I felt the goosebumps consume me as I felt his breath on my ear

He unbuckled us and I felt myself getting lifted bridal style "why?"

"Why not" his voice reeked with a smirk written all over it, but I still was lost

"You know I've been to Italy countless times, you probably won't surprise me" I felt my body being placed on a golf cart as he did not reply but still held my hand

"So is this the part where the talking cuts out so when you murder me it'll be less damaging?" He still didn't reply but I could hear him laugh softly

12 minutes have passed and not a word, but it was chilly as this golf cart drove "I'm cold"

How far could this fucker possibly go? Where the hell was I?

"Okay, where the hell are we"

"Almost there" he whispered into my ear shutting me up and I felt his hand on my thigh

But then the cart stopped and I was lifted off it and placed on what felt to be grass "telling you I am unsurprisable, you won't surprise me, I've been to Italy multiple times before"

"Good thing we are not in Italy" he whispered and removed my blind fold "unsurprisable isn't a word dear, you won't surprise me is more accurate"

I couldn't believe it, how the fuck did he know.

I felt my eyes well up in tears at the gesture, 20 fucking questions he remembered.

It was so beautiful, surrounded by thousands of tulips mostly pink, witnessing the windmill in the back and looked to my left to see a table for two set up "I can't believe you remembered" I looked to him and he shrugged

"Bet you've never been to this part of Italy?" He smirked "we are north of Amsterdam"

"It's beautiful" I took him in for a hug as he kissed my forehead and I began to cry in his arms
I cried like a little baby, I couldn't quite help it.

"Charlotte" he whispered as I did not reply "Charlotte" he cupped my face in his hands pulling it up to him

"Thank you, I sounded like such a brat about Italy but.... I don't deserve this" he stared at me and his eyes changed, I didn't recognize the stare he gave me

"You do deserve this, you deserve so much more than this Charlotte. I'm sorry I am unable to give it to you at this time, but I will spend as long as it takes to" he wiped the fallen tears and I leaned forward and kissed him

Wrapping my arms around his neck as he held me closely by the waist as I held him closely breaking the kiss "thank you, thank you"