Chapter One –

"So your one hundred percent sure that we have got everything?"

I groaned. "Grace we've been though this a thousand times, of course we've got everything."

"I'm just thinking about how awful it would be if we forgot something."

"Well it would be a little bit late now wouldn't it?"

"Cant we just go through everything just one last time?"

I sighed and looked at my best friend. Long, red, straight hair framed her pale heart shaped face, her big blue puppy dog eyes gazing at me beseechingly.

"Fine, one last time if it makes you happy" I grumbled.

She grinned gratefully at me.

"Ok, passport?"

"Check"

"Luggage?"

"Yup"

"Money? That HAS been changed into euros hasn't it?"

"Of course it has, I'm not a total moron"

"Ok ok, suntan lotion?"

"Yes"

"Ipod?"

"A definite yes"

"Condoms?"

"You what?"

"Condoms"

"And what the hell would I want to do with them?"

"Well just in case we meet any sexy Italian guys, they also make very good water balloons"

She is actually mad. In case you were wondering. I probably shouldn't let her out quite so often.

And as if I was likely to get any decent guy. Never mind a sexy Italian. All of the guys that I have been with in my life have messed me around.

"Well never mind, you can borrow one if mine if you needed it" she winked at me.

Just when I was about to make a sarcastic retort a woman's voice rang though the crowded airport.

"All passengers for flight 993 to Milan, could please come to gate 169"

"That's us Naima!" Grace yelled at me grabbing my arm and starting to pull me through the crowd of weary holidaymakers, eager tourists and tired, stressed looking business men.

"Ow" I yelped as one middle aged man trod on my foot whilst at the same time a harassed woman with three whining children elbowed me in the ribs.

The holiday obviously wasn't going off to a flying start. I thought tripping over a piece of discarded luggage.

Sitting down on the comfortable airplane seats I breathed out a sigh of relief. The stressful part of the holiday was over at least. Now all that was left was to relax and enjoy the next two weeks of sun, sand and as Grace hoped sexy Italians.

I stood up. Reaching into the luggage compartment above my seat to find my bag meaning to get my ipod. Hmmm what music was I to listen to. The Killers? Steriophonics? It was whist I was pondering this that I saw him. He was with three others but I barely noticed them as I was too busy staring (though a slightly more suitable term would be gawping) at the guy that was walking down to isle towards us getting closer by the second.

His wide, inquisitive sky-blue eyes were framed by lovely long black lashes. His dark tangled hair curling around his face. Cute freckles spotting his slender arms. Casually but tastefully dressed. His t-shirt was just about tight enough to show off his toned chest. His three-quarter length jeans revealed a cool unique tattoo covering his right ankle and calf. He was with three friends who were also good looking buy pale in comparison to him. He was talking with them laughing with them. Showing his straight, white, even teeth as the laughed.

I was so busy gazing at him that I totally forgot everything else. My bag that I was holding slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor with a loud thud.

"Damn it" I muttered bending down to retrieve it.

Another pair of hands got there first.

My head shot up and I was found looking into the eyes of the guy.

Time sped up again.

God knows it bloody sped up again!!