Alan gently began to rub small circles on my back as we sat in the sand, staring off at the dark waves that pulsed under the moon’s control. I leaned back against his touch, snuggling myself closer to his chest while clutching onto the throw blanket from Alan’s hotel room.

“Isn’t it just so beautiful?” I asked softly as I stared off. I could see city lights in the distance and smiled at the scenery. “England is amazing. I don’t think I’ll ever leave.”

Alan’s body tensed from behind me just a bit, but he quickly relaxed before he placed a small kiss on the top of my head. “I think that every time I’m here,” he replied.

I turned my head up so I could see Alan’s face. I studied his profile: I looked over the curve of his nose, the plumpness of his lips, and the definition in his cheeks. He was beautiful, and I couldn’t believe that I had met him only a week ago and had already fallen so in love with him. It was all like a romance movie, really. I was a college student studying abroad in England, and Alan was a musician who was only staying for a month in the area. We met at a coffee shop and the rest is history. It was Alan’s last week in England, and then he would be leaving to head out to wherever was next on his band’s journey. And I would be here, finishing up my last few months of school before graduating and finding a job. We would most likely never see each other again, but I knew that I would never forget my romance from England.

“Alan,” I said softly.

“Hmm?” he replied as his hands gently combed through my hair.

“Thank you for this past week.”

Alan chuckled a bit. The vibrations of his chest were comforting, warming even. “Why are you thanking me?”

I smiled up at him and kissed his jaw very gently. “I don’t know. It’s just been amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” Alan commented as he bent down to catch my lips with his own. “I’m going to miss you, Addie.”

I closed my eyes tightly and tried not to cry. I wanted to enjoy our last night together, I didn’t want to get all sappy and dramatic. I should have known that it would be impossible to get seriously involved with Alan – we were too different, anyway. I was focused on school and he was a musician. I was an intern for Penguin Books in London, England and would someday be making my way up to Editor. He was a guitarist in a hardcore band who partied constantly and traveled the world to no end.

“Let’s not talk about that,” I said quickly. I reached up and pulled his head down to pull his lips to mine in a heated, passionate kiss. Our mouths moved together slowly. Alan’s tongue gently made its way in, enticing my own and soon they met in the middle. Alan’s hands made their way down to my hips and he pulled me up so I was sitting on his lap with my legs on either side of his body. I kept my hands on his shoulders as his gently began to rub along my thighs and up my dress.

His fingers were rough and calloused against my naturally smooth skin – the contrast was a perfect combination, sending shivers all along my body. Alan was always so gentle with me, which surprised me because when we first met I had imagined as being rough, but after that first day together, he had surprised me with slow, passionate sex as opposed to the rough and dirty that I had expected.

He scooped me up into his arms and carried me bridal style up toward the back entrance to the hotel he was staying. He set me down once we entered the lobby and we made our way up to the top of the hotel to the penthouse suite that he was sharing with his band mates. Once we reached the top, the doors opened and Alan pulled me back into his arms, this time my legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms were around his neck. I pulled him into a kiss and he carefully navigated us to his bedroom. The rest of the house was empty – the rest of the guys must have been out for drinks to celebrate their last night in England.

My head hit the pillows, my hair immediately fanning out around me. Alan hovered me for a moment and stared down at me, studying my features just as I had done to him earlier. My cheeks began to burn and I let out a nervous giggle as Alan’s eyes sparkled just a bit when he looked at me. I had never been looked at with so much love before.

“What are you giggling about?” Alan asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I just…” my giggles stopped and I became suddenly serious. “I-I love you, Alan.”

Alan’s eyes lit up and his lips formed into a large smile. He bent down and kissed me. “I love you, Addie,” he said against my lips.

I didn’t know if Alan meant it or not, but the way he made love to me that night sure had be convinced that it was true. But it didn’t matter if it was the truth or not because I wouldn’t be seeing him ever again, and he would go out and probably meet another girl in whatever country he would be in next and share a week with her just like he did with me.

I pushed the thoughts out of my mind and focused on Alan’s sweaty face staring at me as we laid in his bed, facing each other with nothing but the white sheets covering out naked bodies. I reached up and gently ran my hand along his cheek, feeling his stubble. I moved them down his face and gently traced over his lips with my fingertips. He closed his eyes and let out a content sigh. I continued to gently trace my fingers along his face while his breathing slowed down. I watched his chest slowly rise and fall as he fell into a rhythmic sleep under my touch.

“Goodbye, Alan,” I whispered before pulling my index finger and middle finger up to my lips. I placed a kiss onto them and gently transferred the kiss on my fingers onto Alan’s lips before carefully slipping myself out from the sheets and out of Alan’s life.

Notes

This is my first Of Mice and Men fanfic. This is mostly just a prologue. This is going to be a fairly long, drama-filled fanfic. Sorry this first chapter is so short, the rest will be longer than this. Please comment, rate, and subscribe!

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