Felicity's Stranger

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Felicity couldn't stand the high-class society any longer and ditches her father's birthday party for an evening on the docks not too far away. The same spot she would go as a kid to brush off her woes. The setting sun might not be the only good view she has for the night....

Submitted: June 07, 2016

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   At the edge of the dock, Felicity sat swinging her feet just above the water. Her high heels, she suspected, were somewhere at the bottom of the river by now. Not that she really cared anyway. They had been a gift from the man that abandoned her as a child, Father of the year. The fog thickened as the sun set. She welcomed the night with a gulp of the whiskey in her flask, burning her throat all the way down.

  “Not a tourist, I take it.” Felicity looked behind her and saw a man, in a twenties style vested suit, leaning against the only lamppost on the dock.

  “I thought it was obvious.” Her sass was awarded a half smile by the handsome stranger.

  “Whatever are you doing in a place like this, dressed like that filly?” He straightened before casually walking over to her. Felicity took another drink before answering. 

  “Oh, you know, I was just minding my own business.”The effects of the alcohol might of had something to do with her inability to feel alarmed by his presence. But, strangely, she felt she wouldn't feel threatened regardless.

  A light earthy scent laced the air as he sat down cross-legged next to her. His chiseled features highlighted in the soft glow of the light. She felt her breath catch. Silence ensued only a short time as curiosity got the better of her.

  “And you?” Leaning slightly towards her, his intoxicating scent enveloped her senses.

  “I thought it was obvious,” The man said at almost a whisper. Felicity failed to bite back a grin. What is his game, she wondered letting her eyes drift back to the barely visible water. She took another drink from her flask and let the burn work it's way down her throat before she spoke. 

  “Want some?” She slightly raised the flask to him. He glanced at the flask and shook his head. Placing a hand gently on top of hers, she looked into his pale blue eyes mesmerized.

  “That’s not the thing I want.” His voice was nonchalant, but the insinuation of his words made her color rise into her cheeks and her heart skipped. The captivating stranger let the silence befall them as his words hung in the air.


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