|Photo by Lizzie Koch on a gorgeous day on the Sussex coast|
Zipping up her leather jacket, Gemma waited for the sound of the roaring engine before leaving the house as Carl pulled up; she hopped gracefully on the back, wrapping her arms tight around his waist, enjoying the intimacy of their journey. They sped along the roads, feeling the wind rush past them, as they passed hot and bothered drivers, stuck in queues of traffic, when soon,the scenery changed to a patchwork of green across gentle hills as sheep grazed and the sea came into view, shimmering blue under a cloudless sky.
Parking up, they sat on the clifftop in each others arms, eating ice cream, not too bothered by the heat of their leather trousers as they relaxed into a comfortable silence; the waves crashing into the white cliffs the only therapeutic sound.
It was perfect, Gemma’s favourite place, with her favourite person, her soul mate, but it was still a surprise when Carl produced a ring on bended knee.
She laughed nervously, offering her hand, as Carl slid the ring onto her finger.