⚠️WARNING: I cried writing this, good luck.⚠️

"No darling, you don't need to pack anything, just wear something warm." ensures Aidan, the slight undertones of dread showing through in his, otherwise, calm tone.

Flying back to London, Heathrow tomorrow at 11.20am has got us both in a somewhat frantic state and because I couldn't quite persuade Carter to give me the day off, Aidan has been spending his final day with family. In the end, it worked out being for the best because now he's able to take me out on a final farewell without having the added guilt of abandoning his Dad and siblings playing on his mind.

Apparently April cried and even Hayley, although tough as nails, had showed signs of sadness.

I dread to think how I'll react.

"Okay, when are you coming for me? It's already five o'clock and I'm conscious of the time. We need to make-"

"The most of our time together before I leave. I know darling." he interrupts, finishing off my sentence for me. "I'm just running a few errands and will be with you soon, I promise." he eases, gently chuckling down the line before expressing his next point. "The sooner I hang up, the sooner I'll be with you."

Not needing to be told twice, I quickly tell him I love him before disconnecting the line and follow through with his intrusion to dress appropriately by throwing on some skinny jeans and a long sleeved shirt; an 'early birthday present' from my Dad and Hannah. They'd both thought they were being hilarious by buying myself and Anna matching shirts with the words 'double trouble' imprinted on the front, each letter sewn on in different colours. Granted, it had made us both laugh when the pair returned home from their hotel getaway, giggling like teenagers, but the item is still very much a fashion disaster nevertheless. Although, however tragic, it does hold sentimental value and I find myself more drawn to it as the days go by, even considering it a safety blanket; something which I certainly won't say no to on a day like today. I need all the home comforts I can get to help get me through what is quite potentially going to be the hardest time of my life.

If only I had faith in it actually helping.

Interrupting me from my thoughts is my phone, insistent as ever, as it blares out its annoying chime, signalling an incoming text message. Thinking its Aidan, I rush to retrieve it, slightly disappointed to find it's only Anna and sigh in defeat as I open it.

Her words leave a lingering ache in my chest and although I've convinced myself all will be fine in a couple of months, I am in no doubt the 'getting there' part will take some guts. I've gotten so used to him being around lately that I really do believe him leaving will be a shock to the system, if nothing else. I'll miss him terribly, although really that doesn't even begin to scratch the surface on my true feelings towards the matter.

There are simply no words to express how him leaving makes me feel.

I quickly hit the send button before hearing the buzzer to my apartment sound, alerting me of Aidan's arrival. He still hasn't given any indication to where he's taking me and not wanting to be caught out, I hastily grab my hoodie from off of the kitchen chair and tie it around my waist, taking his 'wear something warm' advice into consideration. After locking up, I find him downstairs, dressed in casual jeans and a grey T-shirt, looking very much the super model in his attire. His feet are covered in black, Timberland boots and his trembling hands clutch tightly onto a single white rose, elegantly decorated with a pale pink, satin ribbon, tied nearly into a cute bow.

"Hi, beautiful." he greets, instantly triggering an unwanted overload of emotions to ripple through my body, uncontrolled by any desires through me.

Quick to diffuse the situation, I angle my face away from his and harshly bite down on my lower lip, hoping to just about suppress the stubborn tears that seem set on making an appearance already.

"Amelia? Hey come here." he soothes, instantly disposing of the flower to take me into his arms instead.

I comply with no resilience and bury my head firmly into his solid chest, inhaling his heavenly scent and enjoying its calming effects.

"I'm okay, just a little wobbly." I admit, calming myself down by taking a few deep breaths in. "We promised no tears until the end of the date and here I am, blubbering in the first ten seconds." I laugh, attempting to shed some lightheartedness on the situation.

"I know, you're useless darling." he agrees, laughing along with me. "I didn't mean to set you off, I just really wanted to buy you a rose." he then admits, sheepishly so.

"Thank you, I love it." I lightly whisper, picking up the limp stem from the car roof where Aidan originally put it to tend to my sudden outburst.

Bringing the crisp, white petals to my nose and inhaling the sweetest, richest aromas of summer, I smile as its intoxicating scent fills my nostrils in the best way possible, causing a wave of happiness to wash over me.

"Nice shirt." comments Aidan, offering me a filthy smirk afterwards, one that undoubtedly screams amusement. "Double trouble indeed." he adds referring to my breasts as apposed to the intended message of being a twin.

This earns him a gentle smack to the upper chest and while uncontrollably laughing, I proceed to lead myself towards the passenger side of his car, climbing in afterwards. I lay down the rose, gently, on the back seat and watch as Aidan enters from his side, resting his hand on my knee while he starts the engine and drives off. I still have no clue where we're heading, although I do recognise the route we're taking but don't comment as such in fear of ruining the moment.

Roughly ten minutes into the journey, Aidan hands me a blindfold, to which he insists I put it on, claiming "I want to surprise you."

Being a huge fan of surprises, I willingly pull the material over my eyes and allow the excitement of what awaits to bubble in my stomach, never once switching my mind off from the way his hand feels resting on my thigh. It's a simple gesture but one in which I feel physically and emotionally drawn to. His rough fingers gently caress the inside of my jean-covered leg, and every so often he graces me with a cheeky squeeze; each time alighting sparks within.

"We're here, darling. Just stay put for a moment. I'll come get you when I'm ready, okay?" he insists, once again relaying his instruction.

I nod my head, eager for him to get a move on and offer him a brief thumbs up before turning my attention to the sounds and smells surrounding me, instantly picking up on the distant noise of water lapping and the nostalgic scent of freshly cut grass. I immediately recognise where we are but say nothing to Aidan when he comes back minutes later to collect me. Instead, I allow him to help me out of the car where I'm greeted with the harmonic sounds of Ed Sheeran singing 'Thinking Out Loud', playing through some sort of speaker system.

"Our song." I comment, doing so on a breathless whisper that can hardly be heard over the relaxing lyrics Ed gently sings to us.

Aidan responds by firmly taking me by the hips, keen to keep the fabric over my eyes.

"Our song." he confirms, caressing the very words as they leave his mouth. "Dance with me?" he then asks, although it would appear I really have no choice in the matter as a mere second later I'm being swung and dipped like nobody's business.

Together, we sway like two lovers bound by a tragic trick of fate; the silky undertones of strikingly relevant lyrics acting as a telling of our story. "People fall in love in mysterious ways." Sings the sweet voice of Aidan, hitting me with a similar force I'd expect a large bus to because dear Lord, he's singing to me. "Kiss me under the night of a thousands stars." At this, his soft lips gently descend onto my hair, where the next lyrics whisper over my scalp in a sensual tickle. "Place your hand on my beating heart."

I comply to the instruction Aidan gives, no longer hearing Ed endlessly talk about how growing old will effect his ability to 'play stings the same way', and smooth my slightly trembling hand over his hammering heartbeat. My sense of smell has kicked into overdrive, probably as a direct result of not having my sight to guide me and the familiar smell of Aidan's scent fills my nostrils, attacking what little reserve I have left. I feel the first tear of the evening roll down my cheek on its own accord, although the evidence ceases to be discovered as stopping the liquid descend any further is the blindfold still covering my eyes. Next, taking me by complete surprise, I feel his warm hands slowly peal off my shirt, all but stripping me out in the open. I'm reluctant at first but trust him nevertheless, so while the slight chill in the night air nips at my bare flesh, I suck it up and let him remove every last piece of clothing from my body, underwear included.

"Beautiful." sighs Aidan, offering me the pleasure of seeing him in all his naked glory by pulling the blindfold off of my eyes.

He must have taken his clothes off parallel to taking mine and while we're very much in a public area, the sun slowly sinking into the horizon offers me the assurance that no one can see us at this particular point in time. I knew he'd brought me here but my new found sight confirms it. The place holds so many memories of him, some good, others not so much.

The lake.

I curiously allow my eyes to take in the scene before me, admiring the picnic-style set up he's created using huge, fluffy pillows and thick duvets, almost creating a giant bed in the centre of the deck, big enough to house an entire family. Surrounding the perimeter, looking elegant as ever, are hundreds of candles, scented I think, if the pungent fumes of vanilla are anything to go by and stood proudly to the right is a bottle of white wine and a delicious looking cheeseboard with every type of cheese known under the sun making up its contents. The portable speakers are cleverly positioned far away from the waters edge and I notice Aidan's phone hooked up to it, his playlist carrying tune after tune through the early evening air.

"This is breathtaking." I whisper, chocking on my words, even as I speak them.

Unwillingly, the tears I'd managed to just about hold back from earlier come trickling down my cheeks, each one caught by Aidan's rough, callous-like fingers as he delicately drags them across the sensitive skin, removing all sign of moisture. I take an instinctive step closer into his open arms and almost gasp as our naked bodies collide. I'd forgotten about our lack of clothing.

"Care to join me for a swim?" he smirks, aware of my overreaction to our bare skin touching. "I promise no sharks." he teases, referring back to our first night here as 'just friends' when I thought we were being stalked by a rather hungry shark.

"Will no one see us?" I ask, ever so hesitant in removing my nakedness from the safety of his hold.

Aidan laughs at my sudden question and kisses the top of my hair to show just how adorable he thinks my apprehensions are.

"No one saw us last time, I doubt they will this time either." he assures, pulling away from me just a little to look into my suspicious eyes. "I'll keep you safe, I promise." he pledges, soon taking me by the hand to lead me towards the water bank.

It's cold at first but I soon lose all regard for it when Aidan cradles me in his arms like a man possessed. It's like he has no intention of ever letting go and honestly, I wish he wouldn't. But of course, some wishes simply cannot be granted but I'm not about to ruin our final few hours together dwelling over that and thinking about her. Or more specifically him and him together.

"You're going to be alright, aren't you?" he suddenly asks, although perhaps begging better describes how his question is indeed perceived.

He circles us both in the lake, gently awakening relaxing ripples to sound from around us and I offer his shoulders a determined squeeze whilst nodding my head, firmly making my point.

"Eventually, I promise. For you." I reply, certainly not missing his immediate frown at my doing so.

"No, not for me. Do it for you. Be happy for you, Amelia." he strongly states, pulling me flush against his chest; our current state of undress proving as much an aphrodisiac as ever.

I can't stop the throaty moan that escapes my mouth and notice Aidan's immediate reaction to it as his eyebrows raise and his cheeks flush. He then graces me with the knowledge that he's just as aroused as me in the form of an intense erection and before anything else is said on the matter, I find myself being walked out of the lake and laid down on top of the soft duvet. In the background, I hear the haunting lyrics of Bon Jovi's 'Bed Of Roses' and immediately clear my mind of anything else, needing to remember this moment for the rest of my life.

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses

For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails

I want to be just as close as your Holy Ghost is

And lay you down on bed of roses

The singers raspy voice tickles down my spine and alights pure sensation within, each nerve ending feeling like a live spark as Aidan purposefully fills me. Counteracting each other, our desperate moans fill the night air and for the first time this evening, I'm made aware of the stars and their sudden appearance as thrust after delicious thrust is bestowed onto me. His giant hands perfectly mould my breasts as his caresses prove to be the correct amount of pressure to enable maximum satisfaction and my nails, on their own accord, dig into his bronzed flesh and continue to do so, as I both want and need to mark him as my own. I don't care that he's leaving in less that twelve hours or that in a matter of months he'll be married to another woman. Tonight, Aidan is mine and no one else in the world exists. The universe needs to know that.

When you close your eyes

Know I'll be thinking about you

While my mistress she calls me

To stand in her spotlight again

At that, I close my eyes and release a noise stuck halfway between a sob and a cry of pleasure, sounding foreign even to my own ears. Aidan, sensing the reason behind my random outburst and the true meaning of the song lyrics, flips us both over, positioning me so that I'm on top where I'm subject to being further impaled, taking all of him.

"Aidan." I breathe, thrusting both my hands through his thick hair, relishing in its coconut scent.

"Darling." he replies equally as breathy. "Together?" he then cries, raising his hips to knock into mine at an unforgiving force. "Let go beautiful, let me have all of you." he pleads, growling his demand down my ear, essentially triggering the most earth shattering climax to rip from my body.

My vision becomes impaired and although I'd like to place blame on my intense orgasm, it is more likely down to the fact that I'm now allowing the tears to free fall down my cheeks on their own accord while Aidan, for possibly the last time, falls over the edge and releases into me. My name is worshipped over and over again as he calls for me, the unmistakable amount of desperation clear as he clutches onto either side of my face, wiping away my tears.

Once brought back to planet earth, we lay together; me crying with Aidan shh-ing me, both of us holding onto each other for dear life. His encouraging words gently caressing down my ear offer little to no comfort and while I'm in no doubt I could cry nonstop for the rest of my life, I simply allow myself ten more seconds before pulling myself together and straightening up.

"Shall we open the wine?" I suggest, with a mouth dryer than the dessert itself.

Aidan shoots me the smile of all smiles in response and lightly pulls away from me, disconnecting our physical link. He then leans over to uncork the bottle, doing so with a gentle pop, and pours two generous sized glasses as he goes. It's crisp, fruity texture glides down my throat with ease, warming me from inside out and elevating my spirits some.

"Did you do all this today?" I ask, gesturing my free hand around the general area and nodding towards the food plater laid out before us.

His modest nod confirms my thoughts and with a grateful smile sent his way, I lean back and situate myself in between his legs, resting both elbows on his thighs. The air is much cooler now and although naked, I feel warm pressed up to Aidan with the duvet over us and of course the dancing candles which provide the allusion of heat. The Stars twinkle brightly above our heads, almost as if they've made an appearance purely for this evenings event and the moon, fuller than ever, rests lazily in the centre of the dark sky.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I whisper, resting my head back against his chest while sipping more wine.

This really is the most content I've ever been.

"Hmm, very." agrees Aidan, lightly brushing his hand over my own. "I have something for you, a present." he informs, reaching into a backpack I failed to notice before. "But you can't open it until your birthday."

Ahh my birthday. Truth be told, I haven't put much thought into it, having had my mind focused on more pressing matters lately. I turn twenty two in ten days and honestly, the thought of celebrating such a thing makes my stomach churn it utmost protest. I won't feel like doing much at all, least of all partying but for Anna's sake I'll suck it up and try my best.

"Promise?" asks Aidan, handing over a small box wrapped in silver paper.

It's square shaped and about the size of my hand at a stretch, not to mention feather light. Normally, I'm good at guessing these types of things but I have absolutely no idea what this is.

"Can I not open it now?" I smile, really not fond of the idea of having to wait.

"No you can't," he teases, moving forward to grab a grape from the cheeseboard collection. "Eat." he orders, placing the fruity goodness into my mouth.

I oblige, no questions asked and return the gesture by offering him a cracker with a thin layer of cheese spread on top, which he, too, takes within seconds. We spend the remainder of the evening doing this; feeding one another while I pester him about opening my present early, which proves to be as useful as a boat with holes.

Pointless.

We then fool around some more, eating food off of one another while bringing each other to the edge, time and time again until all we can see are stars, and not just the ones in the sky. By the time the sun begins to make its morning appearance, I feel my eyes grow heavy and find myself falling into a light sleep, snuggled safely into Aidan's warm chest.