A Tale of Love and War

Rose Burton-Hall is the daughter of a rich English army commander. Her life is glittering until world war two hits Britain and her father and brothers are enlisted. While they are fighting Rose's life changes and she finds solace in Jack. Together they embrace the moto carpe diem; seize the day, and embark on a furious but secret love affair with consequences that mean that Rose's life can never return to how it used be.
After nearly four months the story is finally finished! Please bear with me the first few chapters I promise it does get better. Please let me know what you think, I haven't had any feedback and would really appreciate some! :) xxx


10. Proper and perfect

At the end of the drive I turned right towards the village and saw a motor car sitting a little further down the road. I smiled to myself knowing how hard it must have been for Jack to get his hands on one of those for the evening. As I approached the driver got out of the front and opened the door for me to get in. Jack was sat on the leather seat winking at me. He was wearing tan coloured trousers, much smarter than those he wore at the farm, and a white shirt that was slightly open at the top. My heart thumping inside my chest I slid in next to him where he took my hand and kissed it before letting it go.
"Evening ma'am." He smiled, but it was a different smile more serious than his grin when we joked around on the farm.
"What showing are we seeing?" I asked.
"None of them." He smiled seeing my confusion. "I thought I'd show you something else instead."
I was slightly worried by this, would I be wearing the right clothes, I was dressed for a movie after all? Also at the back of my mind I was driving off into the dark with a boy I hadn't known very long and no one knew I had gone. But Jack smiled, it was the serious smile again, and I trusted that smile.
The only light was from the two lanterns hanging outside of the car and also it's headlights, so I couldn't tell where on earth we were going, but when we can to a stop not long after I was slightly concerned that there were still no lights around. This time Jack got out of the car and came to help me out. The driver held up one of the lanterns and I could see now that we were on the edge of a cliff.
"Jack?" I asked, "What's going on?"
Instead of the answer that I was hoping for he asked a question of his own. "Rose, do you trust me?"
I sighed at answer, resignedly disappointed that I had fallen for him so easily. "Yes."
He took my hand and led me right to the edge of the cliff. My heart was in my mouth as I looked down and gasped aloud and Jack grinned at me. Down below us was a small bay, clearly deemed too small for barbed wire by the authorities, but down on the bay spread out forming a circle were lights, clearly candles by the way they flickered. It was the most magical sight, the candles looked like fireflies illuminating the gentle lapping of the waves. I tore my eyes away as Jack led me down to a set of small stone steps carved out of the cliff face. Slowly, carefully we made our way down them to the golden sands that appeared almost orange in the light of the candles. As we got closer I could see a fine indian rug in the middle of the circle of lights with glorious colours and patterns in reds and purples on it.
Taking my hand again he led me though a gap in the candles and we sat down on the rug where he opened a small picnic basket that I hadn't noticed earlier and got out a strange looking contraption which consisted of a large candle underneath a stand with a pot on top of it. He called it a fondue and broke several large chocolate bars into it where, once the candle was lit, they started to melt. Despite the fact that it was almost seven o'clock now the night was quite mild and the candles added a warm glow to where we sat.
"Strawberry?" He offered me.
"Strawberry! But it's February, how on earth did you get these?"
"I know people." He said simply, smiled and proceeded bring out a whole bag of them.
We ate chocolate-dipped strawberries and laughed and chatted for ages, I felt so at ease with him, so completely myself, there were no pretences around Jack. We were laughing and joking until I noticed that Jack was undoing the buttons on his shirt.
"What are you doing?" I asked nervously, worried that I had been wrong in trusting him here tonight.
"Going swimming." He smiled. "Care to join me?" He said as he pulled off his shirt, shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers and stood up. "I'll wait for you in the water."
I groaned quietly to myself as he walked away. I didn't have a bathing suit with me of course, and if I wore my dress and someone saw me as I came back in it would be impossible to explain. In the end I settled on just wearing my under dress which I wouldn't have to wear home under my dress, the only problem was that it only reached half way down my thighs, far too short to be proper. But Jack didn't strike me as the proper type, so I pulled off my dress and shoes and headed down to the water.
 Cold water brushed round my legs as I broke through the first wave making me gasp at the temperature.
"Don't worry." Jack smiled at me, "You don't feel it after a while." He approached and took my hand, leading me out into the deeper water. He was right you didn't feel it after a while. We did a few strokes but my dress was clinging to my legs making it impossible for me to swim so I stood back up. My dress had done pretty much transparent, it was only an under dress after all and it clung to my skin showing off every imperfection on my body. I blushed, this whole swimming thing had been a really bad idea. But Jack didn't seem to think so. He too had stood up and waded towards me, he looked straight into my eyes, took my head in his hands and brushed my lips with his. My lips burned with with his touch when he drew back, my heart was galloping, my breath gasping.
"That can be our 'proper' first kiss, if our children ever ask us." He smiled. I would've been taken aback at his presumption that we would end up married, but this was Jack and it seemed only natural that we should end up together. I smiled and kissed him again, properly this time, our lips moving as one, until we were both out of breath.
"And we won't tell them about this one." I whispered.
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