Sequel: Forgive and Forget

A Summer Romance


Walking hand-in-hand along the seashore with Elina, Fernando smiled slightly as he glanced over at her. She looked beautiful in the lingering light from the sun that was slowly setting behind the horizon. Her blonde hair was falling in lose waves around her bare shoulders, the white top she was wearing contrasted perfectly with her tan and the shorts she was wearing made her legs seem like a mile long.

“This is you last night here,” he said softly, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against her hand. “Are you sure that you don't want to spend it with your family?”

“I'm sure,” she nodded as she looked up at him. “I live with them, I see them ever day. Not to mention, I’m going to be stuck with them on a plane tomorrow, I'm going to go through at least two airports with them, I definitely want to spend my last night here with you,”

“I want to spend it with you too,” he said softly as he pulled her to a stop and smiling at her leaned forwards, slowly kissing her.

A comfortable silence falling over then once they continued walking along the short, they both got lost in their own thoughts.

They had literally met only three weeks earlier, but if love at first sight really existed, Elina was pretty sure that it felt like this... Not that she had much to compare it to, Adam was the only serious boyfriend she’d ever had, and she wasn't even sure she’d loved him.

Walking a bit further along the beach, Fernando soon stopped and sitting down in the cooling sand, he pulled Elina down between his knee, letting her lean back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and rested his cheek against her.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked softly as she felt him sigh slightly.

“Nothing really,” he brushed his lips against her cheek. “You actually,” he admitted softly.

“Me?” she asked surprised.

“Yeah, you,” he smiled softly. “I'm actually glad that I hit that ball at you,” he admitted softly.

“You know, that actually hurt,” she smiled as she leaned back closer to him.

“I'm sorry,” he apologised, cuddling her even closer.

“I'm not,” she admitted honestly. “We probably wouldn't have met otherwise,” she pointed out.

“We could have run into each other at some other time, some other place,” he figured, running his thumb over her bare arm.

“Maybe,” she nodded slightly, sounding rather noncommittal about it.

“What are you going to do when you get back home?” he wondered quietly.

“There’s a few more weeks before school starts again,” she revealed, not really wanting to think about that just yet. “I’ll probably just take it easy,” she told him as she licked her lips. “In about two weeks, Simon has a football tournament and I’ve promised I'm going to be taking him,” she remembered. “It’s located just a couple of miles away from where we live, so I’ll be taking him back and forth.”

“Is it a big tournament?” he wondered interestedly.

“Pretty big, I guess,” she said slowly. “I'm not all that involved in it, to be honest, mom and Erik know more about it but they’re both going to be working then so since I have my license I promised I would take him.”

“That’s sweet,” he noted softly. “Support like that is invaluable,” he added.

“I’m just going to drive him,” she shrugged slightly.

“Yeah, you're going to drive him, but you’re probably going to be in the audience too, right?” he stated and felt he nod slightly. “That’s support, it means a great deal.”

“It does,” she couldn’t help but agree. She had never played football, but she had played both basketball and volleyball during the years and her mother had always tried to make every single one of her games. That had meant a lot to her...

“He’s a good player,” he surprised her by saying.

“He wants to play professionally one day,” she revealed with a slight smile, missing the fleeting frown that passed across Fernando’s features.

“Does Johan want that too?” he found himself asking.

“No,” she shook her head laughing. “I mean, he like playing, but as far as I know he has no dreams of making it his career.”

“It’s a tuff dream,” he noted, hoping to not sound too cynical.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “Simon always insists that it isn't his dream, it’s his goal,” she smiled slightly before turning slightly in his arms and looking over at him. Both of them trailing off, he leaned forwards and kissed her, wanting to make the most of their last night on the island together...
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