Find Me Alastar

His eyes hold mine. “For coming home with me. It means a lot to my parents.”

I smile. “It means a lot to me, too.”

He kisses me gently on the lips. “And me.”

I pull back to look at him. “I wish you could meet my mum and dad.”

“I will,” he replies.

I stand for a moment as my eyes search his.

“I promise,” he whispers as he kisses me again and pulls out of my arms and flops onto the bed.

I smile. I like that he promised to meet my parents. Maybe we really are going to plan a future. “What

are you doing? We are going straight downstairs, aren’t we?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No, we need to christen this bed.” He pats it hard three times. “I have never had

sex in my parents’ house. It’s been on my bucket list for forever.” He widens his eyes in excitement.

I stare at him in horror. “You never had sex at your parents’ house?” I frown.

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“Because when I lived here I was too young to have girls stay and my mother was always bloody

home through the day. Since I have been coming home to visit, I have never bought a girl back here.”

My eyebrows rise. “I’m the first?” I bend to cup his face and lean in as I slowly kiss his lips. “I love

that I’m your first.” I smile. This is the most delicious piece of information he has shared with me today.

“So do I,” he whispers back.

“But…” I grin. “We are not christening this bed.” I hit it hard with my hand to mimic him. “We are not

even having sex this weekend. I am not going to let your parents think I’m a sex-crazed bitch. I want to

impress them, Alastar.”

“I want you to impress me, and besides, I want them to know the real you. The sex maniac you,” he

whispers. “She’s much more fun than this frigid version.”

I smirk and open the door. “Downstairs… now,” I mouth.

“You are wrecking my fun. Please cease talking,” he mutters dryly as he begrudgingly walks past me.

I slap him hard on the behind and he turns and raises his eyebrows in jest. “No,” I mouth as I point

down the hall.

“Stop nagging me, woman,” he mouths as he brushes past me.

Dinner was beautiful, as was the company. It’s about 10pm, and we are still sitting around the table

drinking wine. Alastar’s parents are lovely and so obviously proud of their eldest son. The have had me

in fits of laughter with stories of their township and the trouble that Alastar and Thomas used to get into

when they were children. They have made me feel so welcome. I keep catching Alastar’s eyes lingering

lovingly on my face. My mind goes to the restaurant when I was meeting Mark’s parents and how different

this all feels compared to that. Even then I knew I wanted to meet Alastar’s parents in Ireland. It seems

surreal that I am actually here… that he’s actually mine, and that he has told me he is in love with me.

I never knew happiness like this existed. I’ve never felt anything like it before.

I don’t care where we go or what we do, as long as Alastar is by my side, I am happy. He’s funny and

intelligent. He’s dominate but gentle and caring, and I feel so, so loved. It’s hard to understand that this is

even the same man who played me when we first met.

I have met my soul mate. I found him and I can’t even fathom going home to Australia without him.

“When do you go home to Australia?” his dad asks.

I smile. His father is a handsome man, tall like Alastar, with the strongest accent I have ever heard. I

have to really concentrate to decipher what he is saying. Nobody else has the turned eye, just Alastar. I

smile. I love that slightly different eye now. I can’t imagine him any other way. It wouldn’t be him and I

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“I’m not sure.” He smiles softly as he waits for my answer. “I have an open ticket.”

His mother nods as she sips her wine. “Would you like to live in London or Australia?” she asks.

I swallow nervously as my eyes flicker to Alastar again. “Six months in Australia and six months in

Ireland would be perfect,” I reply softly.

His father laughs out loud. “Aye, that’ll do. That’ll do nicely.”

“Oh, I do love this girl,” his mother cries.