A Summer Fling

Addison's long red hair was pulled back into one messy braid.

She wasn't wearing makeup and didn't feel particularly cute.

What was the point on a solo vacation?

She wasn't going to meet anyone.

At least, that's what she kept telling herself.

It had been a long day hiking around the hills of Scotland,

and Addison found herself at the local pub. She had just taken the first sip of a cool, crisp beer when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Are you from Boston by chance?

asked the short-haired blonde woman when Addison turned around.

Sorry, it's just, I heard your accent when you ordered your beer.

Addison flushed red.

Um, I am. The blonde grinned.

I went to uni in Boston. What an accent you lot have.

It was at that very moment that Addison knew she was fucked.

The next day, after Kate took the day off work so she could play tour guide for Addison, the two of them

headed back to Kate's countryside cottage that she had booked for the month. It was a beautiful,

balmy evening, and the sky was a swirling mix of pink and orange. That was an amazing day, said Addison, breathless with excitement and attraction.

Yes, it was.

Addison felt like she was on autopilot as she grabbed Kate's waist and leaned in for the

most delicate, tender kiss she'd ever had.

It started off so softly, but Kate's mouth quickly opened up for more, her tongue slipping into

Addison's mouth. A warm breeze blew through the open living window as the pair moved to the sofa. It creaked

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