answering.
‘I saw things that will haunt me for life. Things you are far too young to hear about!’
‘Oh shut up will you, that’s my best friend you’re talking about. I don’t want to think about her like that! Especially when she’ll probably try and tell me about it herself later, well, as soon as you and Josh leave us.’
Ollie stares at me, he’s still holding my face and he looks so serious. I can’t help but giggle at the look on his face, but also at the thought of him just walking into his spare room and catching them at it. Seeing me laugh seems to calm him slightly, his stern face melts into a warm smile.
‘If she starts to talk about it, you’re going to have to tell her you don’t want to hear, okay?’
I pull his hands off my face and slide them down my body until they reach my hips. I lean my face up towards him, his lips instinctively reach down to meet mine and he kisses me. Pulling me into him, his tongue explores my mouth as our kiss deepens. To help compensate my height, Ollie picks me up allowing me to wrap my arms and legs around his body. Unfortunately we’re slightly unbalanced in this stance, so we topple over; landing in a heap on the bed with Ollie lay on me, near enough in the missionary stance.
‘Livs, as much as I want to do this, we need to get going soon. Off you go to the shower.’
He says this in a grown up and serious manner, but he’s still lay on top of me; so I can’t move even if I wanted to. I reach up to kiss him again before pushing him off me. He’s right of course, we have a big day ahead and it’s time to get up and get on with it.
‘I can’t believe it’s so cold today!’
Isabella and I are huddled together in the field with a thick, red wool blanket wrapped around us. The boys have been helping the balloon staff to inflate the balloon and prepare for the flight; I think they love acting manly.
Other than our birthday where we must have been blessed with the weather, we’ve not been up and about before 7am; therefore we’ve always assumed the weather is warm here. How wrong were we? Thank god Ollie keeps a blanket in his boot for emergencies.
‘Right, they’re ready for us now, come on ladies, take my hand.’
I’m really surprised by the size of the basket. I’ve never been this close to a hot air balloon, but when you see them in the sky, even when they’re quite close, they always look huge. I guess it’s common sense really, for a basket to be big enough to happily fit quite a few people.
‘Right, do you all remember the safety briefing you saw when you arrived?’
I look around at my friends, both old and new, and we all nod our heads, excited to get going. Well, they’re excited; I’m praying we’ll survive the trip.
‘Great! Hop in then.’
The instructor jumps into the basket, before outstretching his hand to me first. I really hate being the smallest sometimes. Ollie lifts me up to help me in, so it would appear I have no option, but to go first. As soon as I’m safely in the basket and I’ve stopped screaming and hyperventilating, Josh attempts to pick up Isabella.
‘Wait! Josh, put me down! I want to a photo of Livs in there on her own! I must text it to her mum immediately because she’ll never believe this.’
I should be offended by this, but to be honest darling Isabella has a point. I think subconsciously since I was a kid, I’ve tried to avoid doing anything remotely dangerous, for fear of ending up like my dad. I pose for a photo, giving her my most scared but excited smile, before helping her to join me, again posting for photos as we all pile in.
As we take off, I’m stuck by how quiet it is, well if my friends would shut up for five minutes that is. It’s
‘I saw things that will haunt me for life. Things you are far too young to hear about!’
‘Oh shut up will you, that’s my best friend you’re talking about. I don’t want to think about her like that! Especially when she’ll probably try and tell me about it herself later, well, as soon as you and Josh leave us.’
Ollie stares at me, he’s still holding my face and he looks so serious. I can’t help but giggle at the look on his face, but also at the thought of him just walking into his spare room and catching them at it. Seeing me laugh seems to calm him slightly, his stern face melts into a warm smile.
‘If she starts to talk about it, you’re going to have to tell her you don’t want to hear, okay?’
I pull his hands off my face and slide them down my body until they reach my hips. I lean my face up towards him, his lips instinctively reach down to meet mine and he kisses me. Pulling me into him, his tongue explores my mouth as our kiss deepens. To help compensate my height, Ollie picks me up allowing me to wrap my arms and legs around his body. Unfortunately we’re slightly unbalanced in this stance, so we topple over; landing in a heap on the bed with Ollie lay on me, near enough in the missionary stance.
‘Livs, as much as I want to do this, we need to get going soon. Off you go to the shower.’
He says this in a grown up and serious manner, but he’s still lay on top of me; so I can’t move even if I wanted to. I reach up to kiss him again before pushing him off me. He’s right of course, we have a big day ahead and it’s time to get up and get on with it.
‘I can’t believe it’s so cold today!’
Isabella and I are huddled together in the field with a thick, red wool blanket wrapped around us. The boys have been helping the balloon staff to inflate the balloon and prepare for the flight; I think they love acting manly.
Other than our birthday where we must have been blessed with the weather, we’ve not been up and about before 7am; therefore we’ve always assumed the weather is warm here. How wrong were we? Thank god Ollie keeps a blanket in his boot for emergencies.
‘Right, they’re ready for us now, come on ladies, take my hand.’
I’m really surprised by the size of the basket. I’ve never been this close to a hot air balloon, but when you see them in the sky, even when they’re quite close, they always look huge. I guess it’s common sense really, for a basket to be big enough to happily fit quite a few people.
‘Right, do you all remember the safety briefing you saw when you arrived?’
I look around at my friends, both old and new, and we all nod our heads, excited to get going. Well, they’re excited; I’m praying we’ll survive the trip.
‘Great! Hop in then.’
The instructor jumps into the basket, before outstretching his hand to me first. I really hate being the smallest sometimes. Ollie lifts me up to help me in, so it would appear I have no option, but to go first. As soon as I’m safely in the basket and I’ve stopped screaming and hyperventilating, Josh attempts to pick up Isabella.
‘Wait! Josh, put me down! I want to a photo of Livs in there on her own! I must text it to her mum immediately because she’ll never believe this.’
I should be offended by this, but to be honest darling Isabella has a point. I think subconsciously since I was a kid, I’ve tried to avoid doing anything remotely dangerous, for fear of ending up like my dad. I pose for a photo, giving her my most scared but excited smile, before helping her to join me, again posting for photos as we all pile in.
As we take off, I’m stuck by how quiet it is, well if my friends would shut up for five minutes that is. It’s
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