It was spectacular. There was no other word for it. Set on the shores of Loch Carron, Plockton offers the finest Highland scenery. The lush greenery and the blue waters of the Loch were incomparable making it a popular tourist spot. The best part was it has a marine climate, so unlike the rest of Scotland. The combination of rolling green meadows and palm trees was simply enchanting.
It was near afternoon when their car arrived at the gates. Feanor got out first and opened the door for her to climb out. Today he had opted to look cool in a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt with a blue sweater. Only he could pull off looking cool and hot at the same time, she thought, her heart in her eyes. She, on the other hand was wearing a shift dress with floral patterns on it, teamed with a stylish short jacket and knee length boots. It was chosen keeping in mind that she needed to feel confident at least in the looks department.
And she indeed looked good. She knew that for sure because as she had descended the stairs to join Feanor waiting in the hall, he had looked up and stilled. His eyes had darkened as they followed her slow pace down the steps down reach him. The mute appreciation in his gaze had made her feel really good and had helped boost her confidence. And it had also aroused the all too familiar heat inside her body. And it was always that way.
After that night she had returned, it had set the rhythm for the rest of the month they had been together. During day, she would accompany him to his shoots; she would sit at the sidelines and watch his fluent transition to the many different nuances of the characters he played. He would seemingly be absorbed completely in his part but she knew, knew that one part of him would always be trained on her. While delivering his dialogues, he'd suddenly look up to her, homing in on her and that fast she'd feel that ever present electricity go zap! between them. Sitting down together at dinner, her fingers would brush accidentally against him, and see him freezing for a split second before he'd mask his expressions with that flawless acting that had made him so famous.
She knew he was attracted to her. Big time. And she was too. And involuntarily she had betrayed that terrible attraction to him many a times. In fact every time he looked at her, with that smoldering thing he did with his eyes she had to hold onto every ounce of her strength to stop launching herself on him.
But that was not what was bothering her. What was bothering her was that even knowing that connection between them he wasn't acknowledging it. In fact, he seemed hell bent on denying it. Every night he'd leave her at her door with a small 'good night' and meet her again in the breakfast table with a smile and a 'good morning'. They would talk about what was going on around the world and occasionally she'd ask him if he had heard back from the hotel, but never anything about them.
Feanor had made contacted the hotel right after the day she had returned. They still had no news of what had happened to her luggage and her passport of course. If she was being honest with herself, she hoped that they stayed lost for as long as possible because it gave her an excuse to be with him, be close to him as much as he'd let her. Now that was telling her, she thought. As much as he allowed her to be! That's right. She had let him take over his life. It wasn't a conscious decision, just an unimportant one, she thought. It was so much easier not to think about trivial stuff like arranging for garments, figuring out what she was supposed to do once she was back home. All that mattered to her now was Feanor.
She didn't know if he still believed that she had meant to deceive him. Though she thought she was getting better at gauging his moods by now, his thoughts still remained a mystery to her. With tacit agreement, neither of them ever mentioned how they came to be together. Never spoke about how and why she was living with him. Truth be told, if she was asked the rationale behind it all, she wouldn't have been able to define it. She didn't really have an excuse to continue staying on with him. But all she knew was she wanted to be with him, and didn't want to allow herself to think about it any further. The whole thing sometimes seemed too surreal for her, and she was content to leave it at that for the time being. Somewhere in her subconscious mind, she knew that the dream would come to an end too soon and she was reluctant to think about it.
She was crazily in love with him she had realized. Or obsessed might be a more appropriate word. She thought how appalled he'd be if he could see inside her mind. If he could see that when she was calmly discussing with him about the impact of the global warming on the glaciers in North Pole, inside her head she was seeing themselves among tangled bed sheets, twined together intimately.
But that was out. He hadn't even kissed her once since that night. No intimacy of any sorts, except when they were in public. And they were constantly together, in fact in the last month he had barely gone anywhere without her glued to his side. She was reluctant at first, not wanting to let the world see she was with Feanor but he had insisted. Had insisted till she had been forced to give in. She had accompanied him to two movie premiers, a dozen parties and an art gallery opening. And Feanor had always been with her, by her side, one had resting lightly on her back of her waist, smoothly fielding any questions that had come their way about her identity. She marveled at how much charm the man had!