“Well, lucky for you you’ve got this guy who
isn’t so bad and, as an added bonus, knows how to
cook. Just don’t spread it around.”
He gets up and stands in front of me.
He’s naked. Completely.
Gulp.
“What can I do for you?” he asks me with a
twinkle in his eye.
“I’d say breakfast could wait fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen minutes?” he says, raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t think you’re giving me enough credit.” He
smiles back before showing me what an hour,
forty-three minutes and ten seconds of ‘not enough
credit’ I had offended him with.
~ ~ ~
I get out of the shower wrapped in a towel. I feel
tired and just plain exhausted for the night passed
and the morning started, but I also feel light and
serene. Happy. For the first time in months, I’m
feeling good, like maybe I will be able to pull this
off.
I leave the bathroom and, attracted by the good
smells coming from the kitchen, I take a few steps
to the kitchen worktop and find Patrick at the
cooker, wearing just a pair of jeans, barefoot and
shirtless.
He’s humming softly, but I can distinguish
every syllable and hear it right in my heart.
I’m feeling better ever since you know me … I
was a lonely soul but that’s the old me.
