Free The Vine by C.A Ellis

deepened, I was without a doubt in heaven.
    After a short time, I had to pull away—believe me, I didn’t want to, but without this going any further I seriously couldn’t take another second of this amazing kiss. I was sure if the kiss lasted long enough, and with Lizzy’s lithe body pressed against me, I could’ve orgasmed right there. I pressed my forehead against hers, cupped her precious face in my hands and lightly sighed. I had to tell her what a deliciously sexy woman she was, and she looked down shyly and I could tell I had embarrassed her with my statement. I lifted her chin back up with my finger, as I figured that no one that beautiful should ever be looking down to the ground.
    I invited Lizzy out to lunch the next day, and I was even honest with her, explaining my need to see her because Monday I was flying to New York for four days.
Damn the New York trip
, I thought to myself. I kissed Lizzy on her cheek and pulled straight away, telling her I’d pick her up at midday tomorrow. It wasn’t quite so hard leaving her, knowing I’d be seeing her the next day. As she turned to open her door, I was walking away backwards so I could take in every last bit of her, for every last second that I could see her. I bashed into the car as I reached it because I was so lost in Lizzy.
    I leaned on it for support, but made it look casual by stuffing my other hand in my trouser pocket just in time as she turned around and gave me a little wave.
Absolutely adorable
, I thought, and then she was gone.
    When she couldn’t see me, I stumbled into the car for Daniel to take me home. I was emotionally exhausted in the nicest way possible. I sent Lizzy a quick text, despite it being pathetic; I wanted her to know that although I had left her, I was still thinking about her. As I entered my house, I was still grinning about my evening. I went straight to my room, took my clothes off and got into bed. My rush for sleep wasn’t just because I was unbelievably tired—which I was—but also because the sooner I went to sleep, the sooner it’d be morning, and then I’d be able to see Lizzy again. I, Lucas Castle, was acting like a lovesick teenager. Who’d have everthought? Not me, that’s for sure, but in saying that, I did like the feeling immensely. Smiling with thoughts of Lizzy running through my mind, I finally drifted off to sleep.
    Lizzy and I met up for lunch the next day, but this time I took her out for a wonderful picnic in St James’s Park, and the simplicity of it is just wonderful. A blanket, a wicker basket full to the brim with traditional English finger sandwiches the Ritz would be proud of, crudities with dips and fruit, all topped-off with a bottle of my finest Prosecco I’d picked up on my last trip to Italy. It was just delightful; as was the young lady I was sitting with. We laughed, we cuddled, we kissed and it was just perfect. In fact, this was how our next few weekends were—just us making the most of our time together and getting to know one another.
    I was quite insistent we spend all weekend together, as I worked so much during the week and often was away—which I never used to mind, but now I hated it. I think Katy had been a bit put out at first that I was taking up all of Lizzy’s weekends, so Lizzy had made a pact that Monday through Thursday she would stay at her own flat. On Thursday, they would have a girly night out, and then Friday evening Lizzy would come and stay with me until she left for work Monday morning. I’d put up with this for now, but sooner or later I would get my way—like I always did—and Lizzy would be with me seven days a week whether I was there or not.
That sounded so selfish
, I thought to myself, but I was totally selfish when it came to Lizzy.
    After a couple of weeks, we had gone together to see George, and this time I let Lizzy do most of the talking. She seemed to have a way with him, and always ended up having him wrapped around her little finger. He had