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If she could have remembered how to smile, Leah would have been doing so exuberantly as her bare feet left soft prints behind her in the sand. It was a Friday night and most of the town was getting ready to head out into the Junction, leaving a scarcity of figures along the usually so crowded beach. The sun was on its way to setting now as it glowed with a biting shade of red and spilt out over the horizon. It was a wonder why no one else was here to bask in such a glorified sight but Leah was not complaining, not even in the slightest. It was nearing a fortnight now since she had last seen her baby boy and unlike any other depressive issues that had arisen in the past, Leah had had her jaw concreted. Solitude was the answer to dealing with this because she simply couldn’t talk about her Gabriel without crumbling into pieces. No one but Kobe had been witness to her tears and the young woman was determined to have it stay that way. But oh how she missed him, like nothing she had ever missed before. It’s for the best, Leah.

A mild breeze blew up from the crown of the waves as they barrelled into shore, rushing a wave of goosebumps over her denim shorts clad legs and throwing her messily curled blonde hair back behind her. Kobe puffed up his white chest, yanked on his lead and yelped defiantly in the face of its most possessive point. But once it had passed his barks continued to echo sharply into her ears. In frustration she growled his name but the leash only wound tighter around her clenched fist until she could feel the skin begin to smart beneath it. One last time did she rouse on him but Leah was no much for him and he sure as hell knew it too. With a triumphant snort, Kobe ripped the leash from her hand and galloped at a blindingly fast pace down the length of the beach.

“Kobeee!” Leah cried exasperatedly as she sprinted off in his tyrannous path though almost relieved when she saw the reason. The hazed figure of a tall, broad-shouldered figure; a friendship in short. A feeling Leah could not put her finger on sparked her entire being with adrenaline, and not from running either but she shook it off. It was no use, but she called after the Border Collie several times more before she caught his collar just as he was about to leap up onto the poor soul he had deemed his friend. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. He’s a...” Leah cast her beautifully bright blue eyes upward at the man and her voice failed her, she could have sworn she had felt her heart skip a beat as she stood there enraptured by the weaker shade of blue in his own eyes. Realising she was staring, Leah literally had to drag her gaze away from his face to calm herself but the blush rose in her cheeks nonetheless. He probably thought her a freak and it was almost scary that she cared so much. “... a, um, psycho. Sorry again.” The doe-eyed woman laughed a little and with the leash now firmly in her hand she began to usher the lumbering, over-sized puppy away. It was only wishful thinking on her behalf that he’d stop her.
 
Fletcher avoided wizarding cities and towns and had since he had first gotten the taste of fame outside of the pitch when he was a young boy of twenty celebrating his first win on the Falcons. He had been bombarded with fans and now as the coach and a celebrated former player, he thought it better not to risk such public appearances, he , afterall, had heard that Cynthia Vandervoot was a monster, a living Rita Skeeter and he was just getting too old to handle it... Well not that old Fletch, he reminded himself with a silent chortle.

He stood, seige to the wind, infront of the wonderfully salty smelling water and watched as the day came to an end. He had always been partial to the sunset, far more then the sunrise. In his training fr part of his career he had spent hours and hours in the sun as it rose to it's glory and night had always been when he was able to rest. Fletcher quite enjoyed the thought of that, the thought of being at rest even now when he wasn't busy and was most at peace.

Fletcher's momentary silence was broken as he heard someone yell after another person.. or what he thought was a person until a small, giddy dog jumped onto his legs. His legs buckled and he looked down at the pup with a smile as he pet the dog and looked up for the owner. "Oh don't worry," he said politely as he looked into the blonde woman's eyes. His heart skipped a beat and his pale blue irises brightened as a wave of electricity shot through his body. She was absolutely beautiful and it caused him to shyly grin and at her.

Fletcher felt as if he was unable to take his eyes away from her, even as she looked away from him. Her cheeks that were dusted with a cranberry red drew him in slightly further. He opened his mouth to ask her what her name was when she was dragged away from him. He turned towards her and followed as he said, "You probably should take your dog to a trainer." He offered the the blonde woman a smile as he said, "I'm Fletcher Bennet."
 
Out of fear of the level of emotion this stranger was able to rally inside her even when her baby boy was still fresh in her memory, Leah had thrown her eyes away. But even so, she could still feel his gaze hitched onto her like it had been vice versa just mere moments ago. It only ran the blush in her cheeks a deeper hue of red and wound her up that lengthy inch more. Was it in any way possible that she was falling for him? No, it can’t be. You don’t even know his name. But Leah had never truly been well-educated in the ways of love. At twenty-six she was still waiting to learn its limits, its boundaries, its rules; oblivious to the fact that like in all of its other forms, it had none.

Just one last time she wanted to turn around and catch a fleeting glimpse of the shy smile that had blown her heartbeat out of normality. But she found she couldn’t and instead began to silently curse herself for becoming so nervous all of a sudden. That was at least until he spoke, his wonderful voice so close again that it near ran shivers down Leah’s back as she breezily laughed in response, “That I should. She didn’t even care to mention that Kobe was really her brother and her best friend’s dog, she was simply too high up in his presence again.

I'm Fletcher Bennet." “Fletcher Bennet.” Leah repeated his name softly, it sounded so heavenly as it rolled from her tongue and perhaps mildly familiar as well. Now that she thought about it, so was his face. Mayhaps he had been in the paper or on television. Either way she did not care, instead she simply stared up at him with a perfect sparkle in those doe eyes of hers and said his name once more just to get the feel of it. “Leah Finch.” She flashed Fletcher an exuberant smile and handed him Kobe’s leash, so that she could tie her hair into a bun. As she did so her fingers brushed against the length of his and got just a tiny sensation of his warm, yielding flesh against her own. But it was enough to shoot a jolt of electricity through her already hyped body and Leah threw him another winning grin as her hands worked her hair into a loose, carelessly stylish bun. Kobe yelped happily and threw his paws over Fletcher but Leah hushed him gently before taking the leash back, giving extra care to brush her hand against his once more. “The pleasure’s all mine.” She smiled and it was almost secretive, like their meeting was something the passing world was oblivious to but something it should be watching from now on in. Becoming lost in his watered blue eyes, Leah suddenly felt herself tumbling back into the shyness that had captured her before and could not help but nervously giggle. “I think I’ve seen you somewhere before, Fletch. Do you live in Bondi?” The nickname had been thrown in subtly but her hopeful tone of voice had not, silently praying that he lived nearby as she moved barefooted steps along the shoreline.
 
Fletcher smiled as he heard the beautiful woman laugh, it seemed to suit her and yet he had a feeling that it wasn’t something she often did. But perhaps he was reading too far into the rasp that came from her laugh and just smiled with her, not fully understanding why his heart was beating a little faster then normal, why he had subtle Goosebumps creeping onto his lightly bronzed skin but it all felt a like it should be natural. As she repeated his name, he sighed in comfort, it sounded so much better coming from her and as they caught one another’s gaze and Fletch heard her name, he too repeated it. “Leah,” he put his hand out to take hers in a closer greeting but he pulled it off more smoothly as she handed him the leash of the excited Bordi Collie. For a second, that he would remember, their hands touched and his whole body felt like it was on fire. The warmth lasted as he watched her pull her golden locks into a bun and even better she looked as he could see her whole face.

Once more their hands touched and shivers crept up his spine, his body felt ablaze and without his knowledge his cheeks actually were in a near embarrassed fleshy colour brought on by thinking that Leah Finch was the most wonderful person he had seen before. No Veela could compare to her natural beauty, the kindest person in the world would be thought lesser of Leah in his stubborn mind. Fletcher felt like he was falling for her, but he didn’t think that could be possible. They didn’t know each other, how could you fall in love with someone you didn’t know? The Quidditch Coach didn’t know at all what he was feeling and suddenly a bout of curiosity fell upon him. So without seeming odd, he watched her through the corner of his pale blue eyes.

Fletch couldn’t lie to himself that he felt elated to hear the giggle that came from her pink lips he would think to be the softest pair. There was something special about Leah and at her question he wondered if he had actually seen her before and had missed her the whole time. If that was the case he was thankful to the pup for bringing them to one another, if not and she was a witch and knew of Quidditch, he still thanked the dog named Kobe. “No, I don’t. Well.. I don’t really live anywhere,” he said, uncertain how to truly answer that question. “I do, however, come to the junction when my job allows me to,” he added, with a smile.

Fletcher didn't even have to ask if she was from Bondi or not, her adorable accent gave him answer enough and to top it off, she had the bronzed skin that came from time spent on the beach. "You do, live in Bondi," he said, confident in himself and his answer to say that without a question or a hint of one coming in his voice that was laced with the accent that one gained from living in Canterbury.
 
Leah’s neck was jarred lightly to the left as she stared up in magicked awe at the man before her. She had had many a crush before, taken interest in attractive men, felt the furious fire of lust but this was differently, and perfectly so. There was a peachy colour touched to his cheeks and they looked ever so welcoming that she began to crave her palms against them and her lips moving against his. It was then that her own cheeks flushed a beet red at the boldness of her thoughts. They had known each other for all of five minutes and she was clinging to fantasies already. Perhaps it was her lack of luck in love had her high up in Fletcher’s presence but Leah could not be satisfied with that reason alone. This was no school girl fling.

A curious smile pieced against her lips as he spoke, partially puzzled as to why he said he didn’t really live anywhere but mostly drowning in amongst the melting tones of his accent. British. Leah had always loved them on men but her own sounded so broad and loose against it. “I do, however, come to the junction when my job allows me to,” Leah arched her brows in excited acknowledgement, even if he didn’t live in Bondi it was still possible to see him often enough. There was an inkling feeling, and Leah was almost positive it was shared, that this meeting would not be their last.

“You can really tell can’t you?” Leah laughed as he made the statement that she did in fact live in Bondi. The locals were more or less the same; bronzed skin, sun bleached hair, an affinity for the surf. “Well I guess you should make the most of being here then,” The young woman smiled with an unmistakeably sly twinkle in those azure blue eyes of hers. Handing him Kobe’s leash once more, her lithe fingers curled at the loose hem of her singlet and swept it upwards over her head to reveal a black bikini that contrasted against the clarity of her skin. “You up for a swim?” With her hands steadied on the points of her hips, Leah grinned ecstatically over at the man she was so sure had her falling heels over head.
 
Fletcher smiled as Leah blushed, finding it rather irresistible to keep from her. He wanted to allow himself to take her in his arms and kiss her deeply. He didn’t even mind that their meeting was fresh and he was thinking of her this way. Something about Leah Finch made Fletcher’s personality alter slightly and act and feel different then how he had ever felt or acted before and he wanted to embrace it and her more.

“Well I guess you should make the most of being here then.” Fletcher nodded his head in agreement, about to ask what she was suggesting by her words and that curious look in her wondrously blue eyes. He took the leash of the puppy and watched her, his eyes widening ever so slightly as she took off her shirt. He couldn’t help but skim his glance around her figure, before meeting her eyes once more. “A swim sounds wonderful,” Fletcher said as he reached forward, taking her hand in his softly before putting the leash in hers, a daring smirk in his eyes as their hands held, before he took his own shirt off. After years of Quidditch training he was lean and muscular and perfectly sculpted for his position as Beater, but now as the coach he still worked out with the players just to keep them determined with it all, he did want his team to win after all.

Fletcher took a step towards Leah, smiling coyly as he leant in as if about to kiss the girl he found he was falling for but he made a smooth turn so he was could whisper into her ear. “What are we to do with your furry pal?” He wasn’t too concerned with the dog; he just wanted to spend time with her without the possibility of her being distracted. For the moment he was in close proximity of Leah, he inhaled her wonderful scent. She smelt of coconuts and the soft scent of ocean salts, the perfect combination of both was what this vision smelled like and as he pulled away he was reminded of what his amortenia had smelled of when he had been at Hogwarts. This was exactly it. Did that mean that he really was falling for her? He was sure it wasn’t just lust because of this and it brought him to smile at her.
 
She should have realised that the shedding of her own shirt would mean much the same for him or at least been more prepared. Because when the lean lines of his muscled body were suddenly blazoned a foot from her curious gaze, Leah found herself struggling to look anywhere else but his broad chest and the taut abdominal muscles in his stomach. It had been a long time since she had been with a man, even longer since one as young and as fit as Fletcher. But it mattered not now, he was here before her and Leah was suddenly overwhelmed with the odd thought that if she had him she would not need to worry about such a thing again in her lifetime.

Her heart picked up a pace or two as Fletch swept in closer to her and once Leah had convinced herself that it was for a kiss, it began to race out of her control. Anticipation of the contact spurred her whole body with adrenalin, this mythical desire was about to be satisfied and soon she would know for sure the path these feelings for him were taking. His whisper, although ticklishly good against her ear was something she would have much rathered against her lips. Trying to hide her slight disappointment, Leah communicated a few stern commands to Kobe and turned back to Fletcher with a winning smile graced upon her lips. “He’s a good boy when he wants to be.”

It didn’t need much thought on Leah’s behalf to properly lace her fingers through his as she led him down towards this surf, bubbling pointlessly the entire time about how he should come to Bondi more often. Yet through it all the perfect moulding of their hands together was not lost on Leah, this wasn’t just anything anymore, it was something. “For me of course.” The young woman concluded playfully before stretching up on her tiptoes to dance her lips across his cheek. And just like that, with a simple kiss to his cheek and a sly smile, Leah skittered into the white wash to wade slowly out towards the sets at the back with the brightest of expressions on her face.
 
Fletch dropped the dog’s leash and his shirt as Leah laced her hand with his and his full attention went to her, which wasn’t hard to do. He listened to her talk about coming down to Bondi more as they walked down to the water and he honestly wished that he could. The games that his team had didn’t make anything easier so he just smiled down at her, nodding when appropriate but he felt a little cheated out of an excuse as to why he couldn’t come all the time as Leah said he should visit for her. It took all of Fletcher’s restraint to not hold her back and give her a kiss after she had stained his cheek with a rose hue after the kiss on his cheek.

As Leah scampered off, he just watched her. The hand that had held hers felt suddenly empty without hers and he wondered if he had ever felt so misplaced with himself before, even if she was only a few steps away. Fletch’s heart pounded heavily in his chest as he walked into the water towards the bubbly blonde who had quickly become the apple of his eye. As he caught up with her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands splaying over her soft skin and said, “For you.” A cheeky glint played in his otherwise unimpressive pale blue eyes as he looked down in her wonderful eyes.

"C'mon beautiful," Fletch said, pulling away from her and taking her hand in his and lead her further into the surf.
 
The silken water, although wonderful against her skin, was much too common to be distracting. Many a time she had wanted to turn around and check if Fletcher was hot on her heels or merely following at the very least. But she kept up her game and stared straight ahead at the soft tubes of waves that were curling neatly a good distance away from her. Perhaps she had been too bold in setting a kiss on his cheek, perhaps she had been misguided in thinking that he might have felt more or less the same about her as she did about him. Leah did know one thing though, she had to have him; she’d never needed or wanted something so badly in all of her twenty-six years before.

Hastily conjuring plans in her mind to amend her forwardness and foolishness, Leah was pleasantly surprised by the feel of Fletcher against her. His body felt just as strong as it appeared yet there was a certain gentleness to his touch and such sweetness that she had never encountered in a man before. Fletcher Bennet seemed like the perfect mix of all that she had never knew she had desired and more. Her fingers traced over his knuckles adoringly, before curiously trickling them up the length of his arms. That urge to lean up on the tips of her toes and kiss those perfect lips of his had Leah shivering in anticipation. She wanted to, but she simply couldn’t.

The cheek in his eyes made her smile whilst the two accented words that he spoke melted her from the inside out and a soft giggle bubbled from her lips at her own weaknesses. "C'mon beautiful," There was a perfect glisten in her azure eyes at the compliment, one which sounded so much better coming from his British tongue. Leah moved in closer and closer as their hands fused together until her hip bumped against him. As greedy as it was though, she yearned for so much more. "So what do you do for work then?" The young woman asked, smiling up at him as she did so as she became curious as to what might bring him here every so often.
 
Leah made Fletcher yearn for someone like he had never before, which was so perfectly obvious to him by the way her touched danced over him and his own nervous response to it: a toothy grin. Curse my skill, or lack there of, with women, he thought as he looked from her eyes to her pink lips then back once more. Never before had the man been so affected by one single person, no veela he had ever encountered (which was a surprisingly large amount in his job) had kept his interest as much as Leah Finch had and will. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he looked down at her hands, watching them slowly move up his arms for only a second because he found himself quickly embarrassed when he imagined the pair running through his hair and touching his cheeks as the two kissed.

As Leah tittered, Fletch could not hold back a smile to the nervously giggling woman and he didn’t want to; he was enjoying his time with her as the sun slowly set on the water. While it did take all his energy to pull away from her, he was relieved that as they walked hand in hand she moved in closer to him. When he was asked what he did for work, his eyes flashed with momentary hatred of the secret hidden from muggles but he had to keep it by law. “I coach a sports team,” he answered, not totally lying, just not telling the whole truth. “It’s good to get away from the fans. I used to play for the team before, you see. Got me into Saint Mungo’s far too many times so I took over coaching,” Fletcher said, explaining why he visited Bondi like he did, not exactly realizing that he had mentioned the wizarding hospital to a woman who could very well be a muggle, or worse a Squib who could be bitter and tell muggle friends. If I need it, there is always the memory charm, he reminded himself; looking down at the blonde with a smile as he rapidly came up with an attack plan should she notice the slip he made.

"What do you do, Leah?" Fletch asked curiously, and in attempt to not give her the chance to question the hospital mentioned, imagining that she was some model from her beauty but something that used the intelligence he believed her to have, no matter the length of time they had known one another.
 
Swept up by curiosity as Fletcher said that he coached a sports team, Leah’s azure eyes stole yet another scan of his lean physique. The odd familiarity returned as she felt once more like she had seen him before somewhere. Though surely she would have remembered, his presence had hit her like a bus after all and made her wondrously delirious. "... I used to play for the team before, you see. Got me into Saint Mungo’s far too many times so I took over coaching,” Saint Mungo’s? Her brow furrowed in puzzlement; he couldn’t be, could he? The line of her gaze lifted to his winning smile and triggered a clutter of schooling memories. The Daily Prophet, the quidditch headlines, the dreamy sighs that had been cast by most all the girls at the Gryffindor table, her being the exception of course. Leah had never quite entertained the thought of quidditch before, she preferred her soccer players and her surfers. But she remembered it now and the many times that his photo had been shoved into her face.

“Quidditch!” Leah exclaimed excitedly, before clapping a palm over her mouth to silence herself. The significance of his reciprocated question had been long ago lost. For she had just discovered that not only was this a man that she was quite possibly falling head over heels for but a man of her own kind, not that she associated herself with that world much anyway. There was no diminishing the warmth that radiated across her angelic features or the wide girth of the smile that stretched across her expression as she stared up into the weakened blue of his irises. To mellow the shirill tones of her shock, she curled her other hand around his larger one and leant up once more to whisper into his ear. “Don’t worry, I’m not one of those crazed fan-girls.” Leah rocked back with a smile, tossed him a playful wink, but braced herself against Fletch in a flurried daze of disbelief. The possible man of her dreams was a wizard. And really, after giving up magic many years ago, what were the chances?
 
Fletcher looked at Leah as she said the sport he put his career in since the day he had graduated from Hogwarts England. He gave her a reminder of the muggles surrounding them by squeezing her hand with his softly and smiled as she put her hand over her mouth. Leah was too adorable for her own good but he hoped that she was not like the girls he found himself unimpressed with because he really did like her. So when the brightly smiling woman reassured him that she wasn’t a “crazed fan-girl”; he smiled and put an arm around her waist gently. “Well that is a relief. I thought I was going to have to get rid of your memory of me,” he said, cringing at the idea of not having Leah in his life. Sure it was odd but he wasn’t claiming that this was at all normal between them, he just liked the thought of having Leah to himself and on top of that, her being a witch so he didn’t have to lie to her.

“But you know…” Fletcher said with a cheekily playful glint in his eyes, “It doesn’t hurt to be a little crazy.” He winked an eye while he chuckled; his chest pressing against Leah’s lightly but moving ever so closely with each exhale of air. For fear of rejection, Fletcher pulled away but held onto Leah’s hand and without warning, he dove into the water, pulling her down with him, but not fast enough so she was unable to take a quick breath and not fast enough so it would shock her too much. It was just enough to get the cool water flowing through her body. So as he bobbed up, now letting go of her hand, he smirked down at the water where he could see Leah’s blonde hair and her beautifully angelic face.

As Fletcher waited for Leah to surface, he wiped his brow and ran his hair through his wet brown hair before putting it back down into the water as he tried to get his body used to the waters temperature.
 
In faux horror and offensive, Leah’s jaw unhinged at her company’s possible plan to erase her memory of him. Though she could not deny that a part of her was truly horrified at the prospect of not remembering him. For all the short minutes that she had known him, Leah could safely say that she didn’t want to be without him again. It scared her senseless that Fletcher Bennet, this man who she had once giggled at her friends for swooning over, could render these intensities of emotions within her. Her azure eyes glanced down at his arm curled at the curve of her waist and wondered if anyone else’s could look as perfect there. It was full tilt madness.

“But you know… It doesn’t hurt to be a little crazy.” The smile that curled her lips was small yet sly, and secretive too. If only he knew how crazy she was feeling right now; for him, about him, unknowingly with him. “I never said I wasn’t.” She hummed with equal cheek, wanting to say more but her breath was stolen from her chest as he pressed softly against it. And then again as she was pulled underwater by him, almost forgetting to gasp a lungful of air before she was completely submerged.

The water was a cold silk against the heat of her skin, wonderfully refreshing too but it wasn’t anything new to Leah. She spanned her arms either side of her body and glided upwards as she felt her hand being released. Not long after she surfaced, surprising herself by how close she had gotten to the man; their stomach almost touching, their lips almost brushing, her hands in a brace against the firmness of his biceps. Leah must have stopped breathing as she stared mesmerised up into the sleet blue of his eyes because she suddenly felt herself craving oxygen above all else. Well, above all else but him.
 
As Leah put her hands on his chest, his heart sped up under her touch. Fletcher flicked his eyes from her own with strain then down to her taunting lips, before looking back into her eyes. Without noticing how forward he was being, his hand cupped her cheek softly. He leant his head down, brushing their lips together. He sighed into her lips, feeling completely and utterly comfortable with their lips touched together. He pulled her tiny body closer to his as he pulled his lips from hers. Fletcher looked down at her, running his thumb softly along the soft feel of her skin. “Leah,” he said softly, before kissing her forehead softly with awe touching his facials as he pulled away from her completely.

Fletcher smiled shyly at Leah, his blue eyes not wavering from the face of the girl he felt what could be nothing less then love for. “Should I apologize?” he asked, in a tone that said he was not sorry at all and if she hadn’t appreciated it, he wouldn’t have met any apology spoken because this was absolute perfection to him.

that was bad, sorry.
 
His hand was warm against the chilled dampness of her cheek, it, Fletcher too. She had always wanted to believe in love at first sight, in something so wonderful and pure that it would seem as if it was taken from the most fantastical of novels. But falling pregnant at nineteen had somehow managed to let that little wishful piece of her settle with the ashes of her youth. How was it possible that from just one encounter with this man before her, Leah could swear by love? Where was there the capacity in that lean, muscled body of his to possess so much power with just one look? How was this happening? More importantly, why, and why to her?

All of her questions and all of her doubts were tossed carelessly aside as Fletcher’s hand came to fit against her cheek. Leah’s lips fell slightly ajar with a gasp and she held it inside of her as he drew closer. Not wanting to move anything much more than to flick her eyelids closed in case this was all just a delicate dream. Though the warmth of his mouth against her own, the heat of the blood rushing to her cheeks and the audible sigh that escaped him all proved her anxieties wrong. It didn’t need to be questioned, or hesitated on. Leah Finch was certain; she had just stumbled across love.

The contact between them broke and Leah became giddied by the very sight of him as she opened her eyes. He was graced with a gentleness that she had yet to experience in any other man, it was in the tingles his thumb brushed along her cheek, the way that his kiss to her forehead flushed her cheeks ever so lightly, and the wonderful way her name had rolled off of his tongue. “Should I apologize?” For a split second, even shorter than that, Leah widened her eyes, horrified by the thought of taking such a beautiful thing back. By judging his expression, Leah could tell that it had never truly been in Fletcher’s intentions though so she grinned and slid her arms up around to the base of his neck. And then she kissed him, it was stronger than the first, deeper too as she combed her nimble fingers through the soft brown of his hair. “The only thing you should apologise for,” She whispered breathlessly upon breaking from his lips, only to set another peck on them. “Is for not finding me earlier than this.” There was a smile caressing her lips as she stared into those kind eyes of his but still Leah could not help but think of baby Gabriel and the support system Fletcher would have had the great potential of being for her.
 
Fletcher nearly laughed as Leah’s expression changed to shock and horror, which brought him to curl his arm around her more tightly. When she realized what he had meant and her arms wrapped around his neck a small aria of goose bumps flecked upon his skin. The touch of their lips was stronger and much more lustful then the first. The hand on her cheek slid from her lightly bronzed cheeks he was sure he could smother with kisses if he was given the chance because he loved her. It didn’t matter that they knew nothing of each other’s pasts, their dislikes, and their likes. All that mattered to him was that he loved her and how she felt about him, which, with every passing second seemed to similar to his own feelings.

As their lips pulled away from each other’s, he listened to Leah. Fletcher smiled at the peck and then once more at her concluding comment. “Mmm, I’m very, very sorry for that Leah,” Fletch said, with ease picking her up by her hips which he had a secure hold on. “I’m also very sorry that I didn’t kiss you the second I saw you,” he said, kissing her sweet, irresistible lips as he put her back down.

Fletcher inaudibly sighed as their gaze caught. He felt selfish for wanting so much more then just the kisses they were sharing but he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. He thought it would be better if they kept things slow because all the times he had rushed into something further it was meaningless. Fletcher wanted more of Leah and all of Leah, which meant he had to get to know her first.


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