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He doesn’t say anything else but I know he’s thinking.

“What?” I bark, demanding he speak.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “What my mum always used to say was: you just don’t know where the journey will take you and opportunities don’t come your way for no reason. Maybe you’re meant to take this, maybe it’ll lead you to something… a destination you might not have predicted. I don’t know. Some things happen for a reason, that’s all I know.”

I shoot him an annoyed expression. “And now you’ve undone my logic. Thanks for that.”

He laughs, throwing his head back again. How different he is when he’s had his end away, hmm?

***

We come up for air three days after arriving in the Cotswolds. We’re finally in the hot tub after spending the past few days having sex, eating and sleeping. Naked, we’re grinning at one another from either end of the square tub, enjoying the hot water even as the cold outside threatens to give us frostbite. All the other little chalets around here are far enough away that nobody will see us in our tub, starkers and clearly fresh from a marathon of sex.

“This is the life,” he says.

“It truly is,” I giggle.

We shared the driving down here now that Paul’s on my insurance. It feels like we’re assimilating at our own natural pace even though everyone else probably thinks things are moving too fast.

“That thing you did with your teeth was good.” He’s looking at me like I’m a rump steak.

“What thing?”

“When you bit my knob a bit.”

I burst out laughing. “Nobody calls it that anymore.”

“We’re in the open air,” he contests.

“Well, I liked that thing you did with your tongue… the edging… it would have blown my socks off if I was wearing any. You haven’t let me get dressed in three days.” I pretend like I’m annoyed, when I’m really not.

“Clothes shmothes,” he laughs.

I let my head fall back against the tub and close my eyes, relaxing. Surrounded by trees and nature, the clear, early-spring skies and lots of fresh air, I feel like I’ve been propelled out of myself a bit.

“You never said about the job,” he reminds me.

Damn, I thought he might have forgotten about that.

“What did you tell them? They must have asked you on Thursday?”

It’s Easter Monday now and we also have tomorrow together, but Wednesday is when I’m expected to tell them.

“I said I’m going to think about it over the weekend.”

“And have you been thinking about it?”

I open my eyes and find him watching my breasts very carefully as they float around, buoyant on the bubbles surrounding us. I can’t help but smile.

“I’ve had no time to think.”

“That’s why you’ve been using me like a slave.” He folds his arms, nose in the air, like I’ve been abusing him or something.

“As if you’ve not enjoyed it.”

He shrugs. “Might have.”

I look out across the green land and tell him, “I don’t know what I’m going to say. I suppose I’ll decide on the day I go back, but right now, I feel like I can’t say no. It feels like I’m between a rock and a hard place. If I say no I’ll be wondering what if, if I say yes, I’m signing my life away, but it also feels like I’m needed somewhere or they wouldn’t have asked me, so soon after starting this job.”

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