NEW ROMANTIC stories involving Gabriel Byrne

Our new friend Callarosa has been unable to post from the United Kingdom, so far. She's written a story for us all to enjoy.

This will be in "parts" just like my older "Touched" stories.

Please, everyone, join in. You know you want to! Everyone of you, I'm sure, has a romantic story for you and GB, right?

Thanks, Bertie


Galway Adventure by Callarosa Part 1

I was sitting at my desk at work staring out the window. It was raining again. I glanced at the cock. 4:30 p.m. Nearly time to go, Thank God. I stared at the picture on my desktop, Gabriel Byrne; I could spend my day just dreaming about him, those beautiful deep eyes and sexy mouth. I shut down my PC. This place was getting to me big time and I needed a few days away.

As soon as I got home I rang my friend in Galway. She has a cottage she lets out for the tourists but it was November, so I asked if she could let me stay.

"You coming over to look for Gabriel again?" she laughed.

"Not at all!" I replied. "I just need a break."

"Okay, its yours for a week but I don't believe you are coming here without the faintest hope of bumping into the man Himself. You know he has a house here."

I put the phone down. She always reads me like a book. A girl can dream.

I arrived in Galway at 11:00 a.m. the next day. Mary, my friend, had sent her husband Liam to pick me up. He took me to the cottage. It was just as I remembered, thick walls, small windows; a fire burning in the grate. It was so peaceful, I decided to bathe and change. I had plans to sit by the fire and read a good book. As I settled into the bath, just drifting off thinking about Gabriel, there was a loud knock at the door. "Who is it?" I shouted.

"Its Liam. Mary says to meet her at the bar in the Village at 4:00 p.m. - she has some news."

"Will do" I yelled back.

I changed into jeans and a sweater and tried by best with my hair, then I set out down the road to the bar. Suddenly as if from nowhere a car came around the corner; it was going too fast. I leapt out of the way just in time, landing on my back at the roadside. I was so angry, I got up and marched to the car.

"You fucking idiot!" I shouted. "You could have killed me!"

The driver got out, a small Irish man with a red face. "I'm so sorry miss, I didn't see you."

"What do you mean you didn't see me. Are you blind, it's daylight for God's sake!" I yelled.

I bent down to pick up my bag and was aware of someone standing behind me. I turned quickly, it was Gabriel!

I stood there, my heart pounding in my throat. I was inches away from him, covered in grass and dead leaves. He was smiling and said "I'm ever so sorry, I apologize for my driver, he likes a drink."

I continued to stand there with my mouth open and in shock, I tried to speak but the words wouldn't form in my mouth. He stared at me half smiling, his eyes looking directly into mine.

"It is okay," I managed to stutter.

"Can I give you a ride anywhere?" he said. "Its the very least I can do."

I refused, for what reason I will never know, it was such a shock. he turned and got into the car. "Are you sure?" Gabriel said and then he was gone.

I raced to the bar and told Mary.

"That's what I wanted to tell you. Gabriel is over here for two weeks holiday, at his house. I can't believe that you were nearly killed by Gabriel Byrne!"

I sat with my drink, a double, to calm my nerves. I was still angry with myself for refusing a ride. How stupid, blowing my only chance to ride in a car with the man of my dreams.

I went home, tired and confused. I needed to be by the fire with my book as I had planned. I had been back at the cottage an hour and was sitting, reading and listening to the rain on the roof. I felt sleepy. I heard a knock on the door, and I said to myself "Its probably Liam come to laugh!"

I answered the door, and my heart leapt again; it was Himself standing there, rain on his hair, smiling broadly.

"Can I come in?" he asked. "Or will you leave me out here getting soaked?"

"Yes, yes, come in!" I stuttered.

He stood with his back to the fire. He was so beautiful, his eyes twinkling darkly, rain dripping from his curls. Gabriel Byrne was standing in my cottage talking to me, butterflies were partying big time in my tummy.

"I wanted to apologize properly." he said. "I didn't mean to laugh but your language was terrible - it shouldn't have come out of such a lovely mouth!"

He was still smiling but he moved toward me and I could feel the warmth of his body. I was looking into his eyes and I felt like a rabbit caught in headlights, my heart was jumping.

"Can I say sorry with a kiss?" he whispered, my head swam, this wasn't real, he leaned in further pushing me back against the door, his hand on the wall at the side of my head.

"Will I be getting that kiss now?" he breathed. i could feel his breath on my face, he kissed me, his eyes open He kissed me very gently, but I was hungry, my reserve left me and my hand went up into that curly hair and I pulled him into me. The kiss was deep and beautiful. It sent shivers through me and I couldn't stop. He finally pulled away, flicking his tongue over his bottom lip. he smiled again.

"You are very forgiving," he said. "I have to go now, I have to be somewhere, I'm sorry."

He went to the door and turned. "I should perhaps try and kill you again, see how I can apologize next time!" and then he was gone.

Note - part 2 to come late today or tomorrow, I'll type it in as soon as I receive it. = Bertie