When I wake, Gabe is sitting up in bed watching the telly; I'm curled up on my side, with my arm across his abs. I look up at him.
He’s watching me, of course he is….
“You okay?” he asks quietly. I stretch and nod
“Thirsty though”
“Would you like a cup of tea or a coffee?”
“Would love a cup of tea”
It's ten fifteen; I've slept another three hours. The effects of the pain killers and the alcohol seem to have worn off and I feel less groggy. My head is sore where it’s glued but it doesn't ache like it did earlier. Gabe slides out of bed, saying only “milk, sugar?”
“No sugar, just a little milk, I like it strong, like my men”
He walks away shaking his head... Giving me a good long look at that tight little arse of his and I wonder if Jo and Jemma are still in the kitchen...
He returns with my tea, some toast and a beer for himself, laughing and shaking his head as he comes through the door.
“Your mates have very dirty minds Lauren; you really should reconsider who you knock about with. I don’t know if I approve of your present choice”
I can only begin to imagine what my girls would have said, seeing him walk into the kitchen, wearing just his jocks, giving them an eyeful of that banging body; I feel a little pang of... Jealousy? I think you might call it... Oh well, it’s my bed he's coming back to, well technically its Jo's but you get my drift.
He slides back in beside me and passes me my tea and toast. He waits for me to take a sip and a bite and orders...
“So, talk, tell me everything”
I take another sip of my tea and begin...
It takes me an hour to tell him everything from first meeting Jason, to the events of last night... I tell him how in love I have always been with my husband and how this has possibly clouded my judgment, in so far as doing something about his violent actions towards me sooner. I also add, right at the very end of my story that what I'm doing right here, right now, with him, I have never done in all my years of marriage. I want to make that point clear. I’m not some trashy whore bag who constantly cheats on her husband!
He hasn't said a word the whole time but I've felt him fidget as I've talked about mine and Jays sex life and then about the events of last night.
“Let's get one thing clear Lauren” he says
“If I thought for a second, you did this on a regular basis, with other men; I would have fucked you down an alley or over the bonnet of my car last night”
He gets out of bed and panic washes over me, was he leaving, was it all too much?
“I need another drink. Do you need pain killers?” I shake my head
“No, I don't like the way they make me feel, I'd rather have a glass of wine, please”
“Wine? ..... I don't think that's a good idea, I'll get you some more tea if you want but no more wine”
He's so bossy and domineering and hot, so, so hot.
He walks out of the room and leaves me sitting up in bed feeling nervous, excited and like I'm thirteen again, what is that all about, why? Why all these feelings? I've just met this man, quite literally, just met him, is it events with Jay and is this my revenge or is there really an attraction there for Gabe? I think I already know the answer to that and I think it's the answer that's causing all these emotions and feelings not the questions. Does that even make sense? I know for sure that we most definitely have a connection on some level and I'm pretty sure it's more than physical. The way he's got me to open up and tell him stuff that I've told no one, ever, has been quite liberating and the fact that he's so far said nothing, only listened and hasn’t laid anything other than his lips on me, has put me at ease .
He returns with a bottle of bourbon, a tumbler and what looks like a glass of wine for me.... Ha he's backed down and let me have my own way.
He pours himself a drink and I can’t help looking at him, all of him. Even his feet are sexy and tanned of course. He really is gorgeous, the sort that is described in every crappie erotic novel I have ever read but that I’ve always thought didn’t really exist and if he did, he wouldn't be interested in me and yet, here he is, in his trunks, sliding into bed, beside me ... Pinch me now ... No wait, don't , I'm already in enough pain .. Oh fuck!!
He passes me my drink and I take a sip “What is this?” I ask, pulling a face. “It’s a compromise Lauren”
“A compromise? Yuk, I asked for wine... I don't like the taste of a compromise ... What's in it?”
“White wine and soda, it’s that or tea. You chose?”
Pffff.... I take another sip, this will have to do!