What A Feeling

The ride back to Dublin is fairly quiet. Both Becca and Niall seeming to have a lot on their minds.
Once back at the house, Niall asks Becca if she wants to work on her article.
“Are you sure you’re ok with that? I could do it later.”
“I don’t mind, B. Your work is important, and I’m sure it’s better to write it while it’s fresh on your mind.”
“Thanks, Niall. That’s really sweet of you.”
He gives her a cheesy grin. “That’s me, sweet.”
She laughs, then pauses at the doorway of the kitchen. She watches Niall for a moment, as he looks through the kitchen’s pantry.
Alright Horan, you just hit a grand slam on that one.

In her room, she puts her full focus on the article, finishing it quickly. Then standing out on the balcony, she does some honest soul searching.
I have to admit it, he’s never done anything but treat me like a princess; and I know that I have never felt so comfortable with anyone else. No one has been able to bring out my silly/fun side like Niall does.
Looking up to the stars, she feels different. Something’s changed today. Closing her eyes, Becca realizes.....it’s gone. The wall around her heart, it’s gone.
And I’ve fallen in love with the man who tore it down. The handsome, kind, patient man, who tore it down..brick by brick.
Walking over to her bag, she locates the gift she made for Niall.
It’s time, I know I’m ready to give myself to Niall, all of me.

She heads down to the kitchen, laughing as she enters the room. Her perfect Disney prince is practically covered in flour.
“What happened, Niall?”
He turns around, trying to brush off some flour. “I wanted to make you some shortbread cookies, but I had a bit of a wrestling match with the flour.”
She grins, moving closer to him. “I can see that. Thank you for making me cookies.”
He smiles sweetly. “You’re welcome. They’re over on the counter if you want to try one.”
Becca takes a bite. “These are incredible, Niall.”
He grins. “I’m glad you like ‘em. Let me just clean up this mess.”
Becca moves quickly to Niall, grabbing his arm. “No, I’ll help you clean it up later. I was hoping you’d join me on the balcony.”
Niall smiles. “Sure. I’d love to give you a hug and a kiss right now, but I don’t want to get flour on you.”
Becca smirks. “Who cares about a little flour?” She reaches up, wrapping her arms around his neck, molding her body to his.
He grins as his lips meet hers. Slowly taking her top lip between his, taking his time before moving to her bottom lip.
“Mmm, that was nice, B. I’ll go change and meet you on the balcony.”
Becca swallows hard.
She’s been imagining Niall in her bed for awhile now.
And it’s about to become reality.

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