Thread: Chaste love can't remain chaste [DOM + Confrazzled]

Edward Naismith almost skipped down the stairs of his modest two story house. He had spent hours making himself look presentable. Not just presentable -with his tailored dark grey suit accented by his flowing white overcoat. His short blond hair was gelled and slicked back repeatedly until there was literally not a hair out of place. He walked with quick deliberation towards the white coupe that was sitting, idling in his driveway. He stopped and looked it up and down. Their family should be impressed, though he doubted that they would be so impressed that they would let on. Unconsciously he reached out and patted the hood -this car was not only stylish and prestigious, but the engine he'd had it outfitted with had quite literally saved his life. He didn't think about that now -no, as he got into the car and sped down the road. As he passed by manicured lawns and queit residential houses he thought only of her . Growing up together they'd had such happy times playing so many games. Though a girl she had never shied away from the many adventures that children come up with, the games of exploration or acting out tales of bravery. He had started to notice how pretty -for her age- that she was. He had began to think of marriage, and even on her tenth birthday had cornered her and covered her face with innocent kisses. She said she never told anyone, but it wasn't long until her family had announced that they were moving away. He had not heard much from her, indeed he had been absorbed in matters of his own over the years. That innocent crush was fallowed in the succeeding years by increasingly less innocent relations -eventually resulting in his being given a choice -play on his school's track team, or face expulsion. He had taken to the sport naturally, being quite lithe despite his increasingly large frame. He had gotten many commedations on his performance on the field but what he really took pride in was racing his custom-built automobiles.. It was this life of idle pleasures which he had lost himself in when he had receieved the telephone call. His family wanted him to settle down, raise a family and persue a serious career. He had smiled at the irony -two weeks earlier a friend from school had approached him with a lucrative offer which allowed him -no, encouraged him- to persue his love of driving and had already ensured that he would never want for money again. He was about to make an excuse when they mentioned her . He was shocked to the core with unexpected pleasure as the memories had flooded through him. He was oblivious to what his father said until he heard the words insist that you two marry. He smiled an idiot's blissful smille, and thankful he was alone. Of course -I completely agree he said absently. Since then, he had been lost in daydreams. He remembered her innocence, her grace. He had forgotten the fights they'd had -no, rather they had been reshaped in his mind. He couldn't wait to see her, and the gentle, shy woman he was sure she had grown up to become. Finding himself at her parent's door, he exhaled. Excited he would have to wait no longer, he raised his fist to the door and knocked.