“What are you smiling at?”
Shit, I thought I had stopped smiling, which really is a totally stupid thing to think, because, let’s face it, when this fine specimen in standing in front of you, with a hard on, why the fuck wouldn’t you smile?
“I’m smiling at your hot, sexy self; you gonna come and join me?”
“I would love to, but are we going to achieve much, in the bath, together, while we try and keep your arm dry?”
“Fuck my arm; I want you inside me, now.”
“It’s not your arm I want to be fucking Lauren.”
He pushes his left hand into the pocket of his jeans, making them slide lower on his hips, he rakes his right hand through his hair, making his t shirt ride up and for a moment I cannot take my eyes away from his belly that’s been left exposed, his happy trail, leading down from his belly button and disappearing inside his jeans, just as it starts to thicken and get slightly bushier and that V, oh my, that V, that I can just see the top of before it too disappears inside those bloody jeans. Off with the jeans, that’s what I say. I look back up to his eyes and instead of arousal, I think I see worry in them.
“What’s wrong?”
He gives a little smile, that doesn’t reach his eyes and walks over to the bath, he dips his fingers in. Then his hand is at his jaw and I know something is up. “The waters getting cold.”
He moves my leg out of the way and a spark shoots through me because of his touch, he leans across and turns the hot tap on, all without looking at me. My totally relaxed demeanour from my long soak and seemingly permanent state of arousal has now been replaced by a general sense of unease; I grab his hand and look at him as he looks down at where we’re joined, rather than looking me in the eye.
“Gabe, what’s wrong?”
I pull his hand towards my face to try and get him to look up at me; I watch his Adams apple move as he swallows and notice a nerve tick, twice in his jaw, just as he lifts his eyes up to meet mine. My heart is thumping so hard in my chest, I can feel the pressure in my ears; he rakes his hair with his free hand one more time.
“Ryder just called.”
“Right, is there something wrong, why did he call?”
“It’s um, the house, your house, it’s been sold, Jason has sold your house.”
“What…it’s sold? Okay, well I knew it was coming, it’s been up for sale for a while now.”
“You’re not upset?”
I shrug my shoulders, am I upset?
“I’m sad more than anything, the boys grew up in that house, it’s been their home since they were six and seven years old but it holds mixed memories for me; is that what you were worried about, that I would be upset.”
Now it’s his turn to shrug, “Yeah, I just thought you would take it harder than this.”
He leans over and turns the tap back off, leaving his hand resting on my knee, that’s bent and sticking out of the bubbles. I’m actually touched by his concern but feel the need to make it clear to him, that what’s past is past and for me, there is no going back.
“It’s my past Gabe, I’ve moved on, you’re my present and my future, I would like to think one day we could maybe build or buy a home together, something that’s ours. My old home being sold is just more closure on my old life. Now, would you please get your kit off and your sexy arse in this bath and come and wash my back.”
He has his clothes off and slides in behind me in a matter of seconds and we spend the next hour, lying with my back against his chest, discussing what our dream homes would consist off. We eventually make it out to dinner and as per usual when Gabe lets me chose where to eat, we end up at our favourite Indian restaurant, rounding a pretty perfect day off, with a pretty perfect dinner, during which, I spend lots of time staring down at my new ring, my insides putting on a gymnastics floorshow every time I do.