We eat toast and I drink wine while Gabe drinks beer, then bourbon, all while we lay on the sofa and talk about nothing in particular.
We end up getting a pizza delivered as Gabe has drunk too much to drive anywhere and I basically, cannot be arsed to leave the sofa. This is a first for me, in all the years I was with Jay; we never stayed home just the two of us and had a really good drink, a glass of wine or a few beers with dinner was always our limit but Gabe drinks with me like we are mates having a drink together, like how I would drink with my girls. I'm not saying getting drunk is the right thing to do but it's just a nice thing to do together and after the week Gabe and I have had; it's just so nice to relax and enjoy each other’s company.
“Do you like Tequila?”
Gabe is pouring himself another drink. I've slowed down, I've already drunk a bottle of wine to myself and I feel woozy but he seems happy to just keep drinking, I think he just needs to unwind.
“Yeah it's okay, why, you wanna do some shots?”
He looks at me over the top of his glass and our eyes lock, his are bright blue and the look he gives me is so intense, I feel myself sway, my insides heat up with desire, the sensation slides down through my body, settling between my legs. I lick my lips, unaware of my actions until his eyes move to my mouth and he repeats the action with his own lips and my breaths suddenly come at double speed, my eyes now on his mouth, his tongue. The whole atmosphere in the room is electric.
“Go and wait for me on the bed.”
Oh….My….God... My brain swims with desire as I take a few seconds to react to his words.
I go straight to our bedroom, clean my teeth, take off my clothes and lay on the bed.
CHAPTER 8
The sensation comes up from my toes and I’m instantly awake. I lay perfectly still for a few seconds as I gather my senses and try to work out what’s happening; Gabe is wrapped all around me and as usual making me feel far too hot. The nauseous feeling that woke me up has now gone from a thought in my head to a sensation in my stomach and I have to fight not to heave, my mouth starts to water and I just know I have about thirty seconds to get to the bathroom. I jump out of bed and run for the toilet, trying to ignore the fact that someone is firing a nail gun into my head at half second intervals. Fuck, of all the times Gabe has actually listened to my complaints and put the toilet seat down, it would have to be now…I just make it as I hear him calling out my name from our bed. He would be under no illusion as to what I am doing because when I’m calling for Hughie, the whole street can generally hear me. I empty the contents of my stomach and sit back against the toilet wall. I know Gabe’s behind me, I can feel him, and I look up as he passes me a face cloth with a look of concern on his face.
“You okay?”
Great, stupid question time, “Do I look okay?”
“Well, no sorry, I was just asking, can I get you something, a glass of water, coffee?”
I am a bitch. A complete bitch.
“Just some water please.”
I go to stand up and he grabs me and pulls me to him and I feel instantly guilty and mean and so fucking hung over. God my head. I press down on it with both my hands and try to stop my brain from moving about inside my skull. Gabe kisses both my hands and my forehead.
“Go and get back in bed, I’ll get you some water and pain killers.”
He walks me back to bed and tucks me in before going off to fetch my water. God, I really need to get my inner bitch under lock and key. I seriously don’t know what is wrong with me. I really don’t deserve him. He comes back and sits on the edge of the bed; I take a few sips of the water but refuse the Panadol in case it makes me sick again.
“How come you drink beer, bourbon and tequila and wake up fine, I stick to wine and wake feeling like shit?”
I slide back down into the bed as Gabe climbs in beside me and pulls my back to his chest, kissing into my hair, making me breathe deeply and squeeze my legs tightly together. Even feeling like death he has an effect on me. I wiggle back and push my bum into his erection, which I just knew would be right there waiting for me.
“Because,” He replies.
I had actually forgotten I had asked a question as my brain went off on a tangent thinking about how much time was needed for my recovery before I would be capable of sex this morning. One hour, two, I don’t want to wait at all, I want him now but I need to get back up and clean my teeth.
“I am a true blue Aussie bloke who can hold his liquor. Whereas you are just a POM.”
“Get fucked, I am not a POM. The POMS are who we sent here to build up this country and make it the great place it is to live in now. Just remember what language you speak and whose head is on all your money.”
“Well you’re obviously feeling better, you light weight, and can I get some loving now, seeing as you passed out cold on me last night?”
“Shit, did I?”