#it doesn’t help that today I’m wearing a shirt that look like arcade carpet and checkered shorts

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Apparently the staff at my local pet store assigned me rat owner based on vibes alone (and buying crickets) years ago and no one every thought to ask what I actually have

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The Sweet Escape Chapter 7.

Fri 23rd June

There was a lot less bewilderment when you woke up this time, knowing that you’d be in a room that wasn’t yours next to the man who had hijacked your holiday for one, and a smile creeps across your lips as you come around to find yourself wrapped up in his arms with your head resting against his muscular chest and your legs intertwined with his as if you were both two parts of the same puzzle. You’d forgotten what a truly blissful feeling it was to wake up next to someone, to feel their warmth covering you so much that you didn’t need the duvet, to smile as you feel your head rising and falling with every breath they take, and to just feel wanted again. Everything felt different this time though, not just because it was another person but because it genuinely felt as if they liked you just as much as you liked them, and there was no confusion over where you stood.

“No,” Gwilym frowns sleepily with his eyes closed as you try and escape his grasp, “no moving yet.”

“But I need the toilet,” you whisper.

“Nope,” he mumbles, his arms tightening around your body.

“Yes!”

You laugh as you peel yourself away from his body then slip out from underneath the duvet and quickly make your way to the bathroom across the carpeted floor, then you smile as you return to see Gwil’s arm already outstretched for you to resume your original position at his side, his eyes still closed as he refuses to wake before the alarm goes off.

“Don’t just stand there,” he grins without opening an eyelid, “come back to where you belong.”

“Where I belong?” you laugh as you lift the covers to get back in.

“Mhmm,” he hums, “with me.”

You raise your eyebrows as his answer and your mouth opens and closes as you try to find something to say back, but you’re not entirely sure what you could say to such a statement, and as he lazily drapes his arms around you to pull you back into his side all you can do is smile at his words. The two of you soon fall asleep again, and you only wake when you feel Gwilym’s fingers running through your hair to gently rouse you from your slumber.

“What’s the time?” you ask as you stretch your arms above your head, “how come you’re dressed?”

“Half seven, got half an hour before breakfast,” he replies softly.

“Shit! Why didn’t you wake me?!” you panic as you throw the covers off of you and collect your belongings to head next door.

“Do you know how cute you look when you’re asleep?! I couldn’t wake you before I absolutely had to I’m afraid.”

“Thanks, I guess,” you say with a roll of your eyes, “see you at breakfast.”

“Erm, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“Forgetting something are we?” he smirks as he holds up your bra which is hanging from his little finger.

You look down at the top you were wearing then back up to him and narrow your eyes before crawling across the bed to retrieve the item of clothing, but he moves it away as soon as you reach out for it.

“Gwilym, I really don’t have time for this!”

“We’ve got all the time in the world,” he smiles, his gaze darting from your eyes to your lips.

Just like that you are putty in his hands and he soon has you on your back on top of the bed covers, his face hovering dangerously close to yours with a smug smile across it, then his lips meet yours in a needy kiss and your hands are quick to pull his weight down on top of you. Your hips grind together, the bulge in his trousers rubbing against your knickers as your arousal seeps into fabric of them, and as his lips travel down over your jaw to your exposed neck an involuntary moan escapes your mouth. Just as his fingers tease their way past the hem of your t-shirt the bell rings from outside the room to signify it was eight already.

“Fuck!” you gasp, as Gwil groans, “you’re going to have to say I’m ill or something!”

“Why can’t you come as you are?” he pouts as he lifts himself off of the bed begrudgingly.

“Oh yeah, I’ll just wander into the dining room with bed hair wearing my knickers and your t-shirt with no bra underneath!”

“Well I’m pretty sure the old guy on the table opposite us would enjoy the view almost as much as me.”

“Fuck off,” you laugh, getting off the bed and pulling on your jeans, “pass me my bra would you?”

He throws it over to you and you turn around to whip off the top so you can put your bra on and cover yourself again, then you run your fingers through your hair to try and sort out the tangled mess to be at least a bit more presentable, and finally you nod towards the door.

“Morning you two,” Danielle smiles when you take your seats.

“Morning,” you chime together.

“Do I need to go and clean your room today, or can I save my poor old legs?” she asks with a knowing raise of her eyebrows.

“You can save your legs Danielle,” you confirm.

“Good… Very good! Well I hope you two are having fun together...”

“We are,” Gwil grins, “...not like that though, I haven’t… We haven’t…”

“You don’t need to explain to me!” Danielle laughs as she backs away after placing your breakfasts down.

“Great, now she definitely thinks we’ve had sex,” you whisper, “she’s like family and now she thinks I’ve slept with you under their roof.”

“Well if she thinks we’ve done it already, then it doesn’t matter if we do...” Gwilym winks.

“I haven’t forgiven you that much quite yet.”

“You almost did this morning!”

“I would have stopped you eventually...” you lie.

“Yeah, right after you’d screamed my name while you came,” he smirks.

“Gwilym!” you gasp, “you know me so well already.”

Once breakfast is over for another day you both head back to the annex and gather your things from his room to take back into yours, but he stops you when you go to open his door by taking a hold of your arm gently, and you turn to see a concerned look upon his face.

“What’s wrong?” you question.

“What’s wrong?” he scoffs as if you should know what’s going through his mind, “it’s our last night together tonight and tomorrow is our last morning… What’s going to happen then?”

“Can’t we just enjoy today without thinking so far ahead?” you sigh.

“No,” he states defiantly with a shake of his head, “I need to know I’m going to see you again, I need to know that this isn’t the last time I get to sleep next to you, because I really don’t know what I’ll do if it is.”

“Can’t we just enjoy today for what it is? We only live about an hour away from each other anyway, so of course we can see one another when we’re back home.”

“No, no, that’s not the same, you’re being vague. What about us?”

You want to run away, you never liked talking about your feelings and Gwilym was someone who was very open with them, and although you’d felt so happy this morning you were still unsure of what to make of all this. It would be easier if it were just kept as a holiday fling, surely? What if you got back to the mainland and things fell apart because you two had been so wrapped up in this perfect little world you had while away? How could you both adjust whatever this was to real life? He was heading home to a completely different world now, and would have so much to sort out with explaining what happened to friends and family; it wouldn’t help at all if a new person was mentioned.

“Listen, Gwil, this has been-”

“(Y/N), please.”

“Just listen!” you sigh, “this has been a really wonderful time, and despite what happened I do really like you, but I just feel it would be better if we left it at this.”

“Why?!”

“Because you’ve got a shitstorm to go back to, a shitstorm that would be made so much worse by the mention of another woman’s name. And what if this was all it was meant to be? What if we find that in real life we’re not compatible at all? We’ve been living in a bubble here, no responsibilities, no jobs, no friends or family sticking their noses in… It’ll be completely different when we get back home, and you know it. I just want to enjoy our last full day on the island together, can we do that and then talk about this later?”

“Okay,” he relents with a sigh, “later.”

“Let’s just enjoy today, yeah?” you suggest softly as your hand cups his cheek and your thumb runs from the corner of his mouth into his stubble.

He nods in response then briefly leans into your touch before you disappear to your room to freshen up and get changed and you tap lightly on his door when you return, him answering it with car keys in hand already.

“Where are we going today then?” you ask.

“You choose,” he smiles, “here.”

He hands you his car keys and you look at him in astonishment.

“You’re trusting me with your car?” you half laugh.

“Yep,” he nods, “I know you’ve been dying to have a go.”

It was true, his car was brand new and a model you could only wish of owning with all the latest technology on the dashboard, and it was such a smooth ride you’d been itching to have a go yourself.

“Right then, let’s go!” you grin excitedly.

You spend the day showing him all the old haunts you used to go to with your parents when you were younger, although some of them had been closed for a long time, and lunch is spent on a beach front overlooking the sea and inhaling the salty air while you eat, laugh, and reminisce about your childhoods. Studying his face as he looks out towards the water, you notice how calm and at ease he seems right now, and you rest your chin on your hand as you watch him intently.

“What?” he asks with a smile as he turns back to face you.

“You look different.”

“So do you.”

“Must be the sea air,” you sigh happily.

You drag him over to the arcades after lunch and spend the rest of the afternoon on the penny machines and trying to grab a stuffed animal with the claw ones, and just as you’re about to admit defeat with the stuffed bears, Gwilym comes up behind you and lowers a chocolate coloured teddy down in front of your face with a love heart clutched between its paws.

“Ta daaa!” he laughs as you take the animal from him, “especially for you.”

“It’s amazing,” you chuckle as you hold it against your chest and turn around to face him, “how did you get him?”

“Persistence,” he winks, “and a shit load of 20 pence pieces!”

“Thank you,” you grin giddily before giving him a kiss.

Gwilym drives you both back to the guest house in time for dinner but after dessert you tell him to stay put for another five minutes and grab his key from the table before running next door to change into your pyjamas then lock up your room before getting into his bed with a bottle of bucks fizz that Danielle had given you for your birthday, and you wait patiently for him to arrive.

“Are you decent?” he asks through the door eventually.

“Not at all, but come in,” you reply with a giggle.

“What’s this?!” he asks when he opens the door to find you sat up in his bed in your shorts and vest with the bottle balanced on the duvet next to you.

“A little party for two… or three actually,” you say as you lift the covers to reveal the bear sitting on Gwil’s pillow.

He chuckles as he shuts and locks the door then he moves to his side of the bed and throws the bear across the room before taking its place under the duvet with you.

“Hey!” you frown, “my bear!”

“Three’s a crowd,” he grins, grabbing the bottle and opening it up.

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