Soon, my sister was back again, and felt she’d had her fill of shopping. Luckily for us, John and I had finished plotting, and Sarah was none the wiser. We left the shopping centre completely loaded with bags, and my sister seemed ecstatic to have been spoiled so much. She was no longer concerned about our betrayal of trust, but she did seem very interested in John now. He clearly had no interest in her. All the way back to the train station, she was trying to make him laugh, and touching his arm, but he resisted all of her advances. What else could he do? She was thirteen year old, for fuck’s sake. Sarah was starting to piss me off.

When we got on the train, I sat between her and John to prevent any further arguments. The journey was made in almost total silence. To keep myself occupied, I replayed last night’s events in my head, but in doing so instantly found myself wanting to sleep with him again. That was a bad idea, considering we weren’t seeing each other again for a couple of days - I was unknowingly torturing myself. I sighed. That also wasn’t a great idea, because John heard me and worriedly put a hand on top of mine, which made my want for him even stronger. It took a lot of my strength to stop myself leaping onto him right there and then.

–“Are you alright, love?”– He asked, running his hand up and down my arm.

I bit my lip and softly spoke my reply.

–“John...”–

God, I wanted to kick myself! You could hear how much I wanted him by the way I’d said his name! I was stupid.

Upon hearing the tone of my voice, he raised an eyebrow suggestively at me and continued to let his hands wonder on my skin.

–“So it’s like that, dear?”– He leaned in close to my ear, lowering his own voice so that I shivered all over. He was teasing me! Son of a bitch.

–“Stop it!”– I nudged him playfully.

Thankfully, he reigned himself in, but for the rest of the journey, my mind wandered instead of his hands. I had designs on him for when we got back. Luckily, neither Sarah or anybody else on the train could tell what I was thinking about. However, I did notice more than a couple of women staring at him, which made me feel twinges of jealousy so strong that almost made me question being in this relationship. I consoled myself with the fact I’d been the one in his bed last night, not them. It still annoyed me a little, though.

When at last we arrived at our station, and then reached our hotel room on foot, I left Sarah to pack up her things alone, and returned to John’s room under the guise that I had possessions to retrieve. He had me by the mouth and against the door as soon as it was closed, and it was obvious we’d had similar thoughts on the train. But to my utter dismay, he did nothing more than kiss me, leaving me turned on and let down. I sighed.

–“If we wait until Friday, when we meet again,”– John told me, sensing my urgency –“then it will feel a hundred times better”–.

I wanted him really badly then, but I had to oblige; I’d be leaving for home soon, anyway. What he’d said also made me curious, though, so I was prepared to test his theory about waiting. As I was going out of the door, he gave me the parting gift of another long snog, and also pressed a scrap of paper into my hand.

–“Something you should know about Friday,”– his voice was low in my ear again. I nodded, and then we parted until the day of our rendezvous at the airport.

Since we’d only been away for one night, it didn’t take Sarah and I long to repack, but I felt the note John had given me burning a hole in my pocket the entire time. I tried to block it out of my mind but I needed to know what it said. Instead, I thought about where we might be staying as I stuffed our toiletries into the suitcase. He’d said he could find us a place to stay in Italy, and I loved that idea, but I had no more information than that. But since I’d never even left the country, anywhere sounded good with me, and it sounded even better to be going there with John.

Our journey home was relatively uneventful, since Sarah had fallen asleep in the first half an hour - the full day of concerts followed by the exciting day of shopping had worn her out. I too was exhausted, because John hadn’t given us much time to sleep last night. And I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sleep all week, too. The excitement was still gripping me even now. I smiled to myself at the thought of our getaway.

Eventually, we reached home, and I noticed that my sister had finally woken up.

–“I won’t tell mom about what happened,”– Sarah told me as soon as we pulled onto our driveway, and I nodded my thanks.

–“I’d really appreciate that.”– I replied.

Later in the evening, I finally checked John’s note, and I was pleasantly surprised. It read ‘remember the dress ;)’ scrawled on it in his messy-looking handwriting, and just seeing it made me giggle. I couldn’t wait to see him again.