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“I did.” I nod at her.

As we board the bus she looks around, her brow furrowed. “It’s empty?”

“It is.” The corner of my mouth twitches as I fight back a smile. “It’s ours for a few hours.”

“You’re serious?” She gushes, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“Very.” I plant a kiss before sliding her arms down, taking her hand and pulling her to the narrow

staircase that will lead up to the top.

“Cohen!” She squeals with delight as we get to the top and take a seat in the very back.

The excitement on her face is priceless. Worth every pound spent.

As the driver pulls away, she snuggles closer. Even in summer, London can be a bit chilly, especially when on top of bus zooming through the city.

“You look lovely today, by the way.” I brush my lips to her cheek as we look out over the top.

“You don’t look half bad yourself. Although, I never imaged a sexy pirate in loafers before?” She teases at my casual dress.

Before I can retort Buckingham Palace has come into view.

“I used to dream of living there, when I was little.” She says, barely loud enough for me to hear.

“I bet most children did, especially, little girls.” I whisper into her hair. “Dream of being a princess and marrying a prince, riding off into the sun set in a horse drawn carriage. The perfect fairytale life.”

“For a short while sure. But I thought mostly about how they have guards that protect the people that live there. I longed for that. Safety, security.” Her voice fades. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Never apologize for sharing with me, ever.” My heart breaks for what she endured.

“Plus I’m much more into pirates than princes these days, and buses are way cooler than carriages.” She teases, attempting to lighten the mood. But now more than ever, being there for her becomes the most important thing to me.

We leave the past behind and take in the rest of the sites in good spirits.

Her excitement is contagious. We laugh and tease, watching people and buildings go by. We see Big Ben and the Parliament, and she shouts it out repeatedly, quoting a silly American movie as we go around the turnabout. We take cheesy selfies, at her request. We stop for a picnic lunch in Hyde Park as our time draws to a close.

Laying in the green grass, with her spwarled out next to me on a blanket as we sip wine and feast on cheese, fruit and dessert. I can’t help but feel like this huge part of my life has been missing. A piece I never knew excisted.

Relaxing, the sounds of trees rustling in the breeze and children laughing fill the air. After what feels like seconds, it’s time to board the bus and head back to the hotel.

When we are taking our seats, up top, of course, she turns to me.

“This day was incredible! Thank you, so much!” Her arms fly around my neck and her lips smack playfully on mine.

My tongue darts out and I taste the sweet reminents of the sticky toffee pudding from our picnic.

I kiss her back and her fingers thread in my hair, I fell the vibration of her moaning into my mouth.

My hand slips down between her legs and I playfully walk my fingers up, and tease her, pulling the lace aside.

Just when my finger sweeps her core a big fat raindrop falls on my cheek.

I carry on and he we continue kissing as my hand brushes her most intimate parts, while we ride atop a double-decker bus with all of London able to witness to how we can’t keep our hands to ourselves.

The drizzle picks up, so I withdraw my hand, and she whimpers.

“Sorry, love. It’s about to rain cats and dogs.” I pull her with me towards the stairs, and we make our way back to the lower level that is covered. Pressed tightly together under the safety of the bus she takes my hand and brings my fingers to her lips, tasting herself on them.