Robbie nodded. “Least yours are still here, though. I’d probably take split up if it meant I still had mine.”
“I know. Isn’t it awful how we always want what everyone else has? I’m not ungrateful, and I love them both, I just…well, you know what I think.” Imogen frowned. “They belong together. I don’t know why they can’t see it?”
Chapter forty-nine
The sheets tangled around limbs and torsos as both bodies writhed against one another, slick with sweat and lovemaking.
“We should get up and do something,” Billy said, as she reappeared from between Rosa’s legs, kissing her way up and loosening the sheets.
“Like what?” Rosa asked, craning her neck to find Billy’s lips and taste her own essence on them.
“I don’t know…go somewhere. We know where Imogen will be until at least five, and even then, she’s with Robbie, so might be out all night.”
“True,” Rosa said, pushing herself up. “I guess we should at least try to do something more than sex every time we see each other.”
“Idolike the sex.” Billy grinned before launching herself down and pressing her mouth to Rosa’s neck. Rosa giggled and pushed her off.
“Not the way to get me up and out of bed, Billy.”
“I know, but…” Billy pulled up onto her knees and stared down at Rosa’s naked body. “It’s a rock and a hard place, having to choose.”
“Do you want to go out or not?” Rosa said firmly.
Billy climbed off the bed and pulled on an old hoodie. “Let’s go get lunch. We can avoid the Riverside.”
“I’d rather go further afield.”
“Alright, what about the Frog and Whistle?”
“Where is that?”
“Sandham.” Billy ruffled her curls into a manageable style. “They do a great lunch menu there.”
Rosa thought about it. The smaller village was in the opposite direction to where Imogen would be. It was relatively safe, wasn’t it? She barely knew anyone who lived there.
“Alright, let’s do it.”
“You know, this will be our first proper date.” Billy grinned, happy at that idea. “Unless you count lunch at the spa.”
“I’m not sure I’m counting this, seeing as we’ve spent all morning jumping each other’s bones.”
Billy laughed. “So, we should shower separately, right?”
Rosa threw the sheets to the side and swung her legs off the bed to stand up. She met Billy at the end of the bed and threaded her hands around Billy’s neck, into her hair. “We should, but then that would still take just as long.”
“Good thinking.” Billy’s palms gripped Rosa’s waist, pulling her closer. “So, shower sex, then lunch.”
“Do you think she’s having a good day?”
Billy frowned. “Imogen?” she asked, turning into the car park behind the pub.
“Who else?”
“Well, honestly, babe, I was kind of hoping your thoughts weren’t with our daughter right now.”
“I can’t turn off worrying about her. It’s been the norm since the day she was born,” Rosa said.
The car skidded slightly on the pebbles as Billy parked and pulled the handbrake. She turned to face Rosa. “I think you already know the answer, and that this worrying is something you’ve learned to do and can unlearn. She’s fine. She’s with her bestie, and everyone around her will take care of her. And she’s getting paid and, knowing our daughter, earning tips.” She reached out and touched Rosa’s cheek. “She’s living her best life, just like we should be.”
