“Seriously? That shit is just plain creepy.” I grumble.
He laughs. “Says the creepy pervert.”
I lay back on the lounger, closing my eyes again. “Hey, you’re mine. Therefore, it’s not perverted, it’s endearing.” I say smugly.
“You’re right, I am yours. Perve away.” He says with a smile in his voice. Ugh, he is such a sap for those kinds of statements. A hopeless, romantic sap. Who would have thought?
The sun is just setting over the water, painting the sky in hues of pink and purple. It’s so peaceful, so beautifully calm. The waves gently wash against the shore. I’m sitting on one of the sofas on the deck, with my leg propped on one of the other chairs. I brought a book out here to read, but got completely distracted by the view. I will never tire of this place. It is just idyllic in every way.
Molly texted earlier to say that she, George and Hugo were heading to the runway. Not only did Theo invite my best friend out here, he said he’d invite Hugo, so she didn’t feel like a gooseberry. I did have to point out to him that Molly and Hugo were going through a ‘thing’ right now, and that might be weird, so I strong armed George into dropping one of his jobs this week and coming. By strong armed, I mean, I told him he had a completely free holiday in paradise. Not really a tough decision considering that London is now dropping into minus temperatures. He also gets fear of missing out. I didn’t invite Harry, not because I don’t want him around, but things are still a bit off with us. He came back, and he apologised for leaving. I believe him, and I forgive him. It’s me who should be sorry in all honesty. The problem is him and Theo. Harry needs time to realise that Theo is a permanent fixture. He needs to get his head around that and accept it. The dynamic between us has changed, but that’s good. The way I was so emotionally reliant on him was not healthy. I see that now. In time, I know he will come to see the good in Theo, but right now he can’t. All in good time.
I feel warm breath touch my neck, before Theo’s lips press against the skin just behind my ear. “Hey, sugar.”
“Hey.” I breathe.
I lean my head back, looking over the back of the sofa at him. His hair is wet from his shower. His blue eyes are bright against his tanned skin, and he’s smiling widely. He presses his lips to mine in a Spiderman kiss.
“I have food.” He presses his lips to my forehead once and moves away to light the grill. Barbeque is a bit extreme, as there’s no fire involved. It is literally a fancy outdoor oven, grill thingy.
“What do you have?” I ask. There’s a fisherman who lives in a small village about two miles away. Every day, Theo buys stuff from him. Of course, he just has food helicoptered in if he wants something specific. And they say money can’t buy you happiness…
He picks up a bucket and I’m instantly suspicious. “What is that?”
He huffs a laugh. “It’s a lobster.” I groan. “What you don’t like lobster?” He asks.
“Yeah I do, but I really can’t cope with the cooking thing.” He cocks an eyebrow, an incredulous smirk plastered on his face. “Please can you knock it over the head or something? I can’t cope with it cooking alive.”
He laughs. “You are so soft.”
I frown. “It’s horrible!”
He rolls his eyes. “For you sugar, I will knock it over the head as you so eloquently put it.”
I smile. “Thank you!”
Okay, so the lobster is amazing. Fuck fancy restaurants, whack it on the barbeque and eat it with your hands. So good.
Theo tops up my wine, which makes me deliriously happy. I’m by no means an alcoholic, but the whole no drinking on painkillers thing has gotten real old. Luckily I’m not having to take them at the moment, at least not until the next surgery.
I sip the white wine, as I lounge against Theo. He wraps his arm around me, as I lean my back against his side. The fire crackles in the fire pit, sending little embers into the night sky.
I’m starting to fall asleep, when I feel Theo gently move, replacing his body with some cushions. He’s gone barely a minute. “Sugar, you need to see this.” He whispers, his fingers gently stoking my cheek.
“Hmmm.” Oh god, that wine has really done a number on me. I open my eyes and allow him to pull me upright.
“See what?” I mumble.
“Look.” He points down the beach, and I follow his line of sight.
“Wow. What is that?” I gasp. The entire shore line is glowing a luminescent blue.
“Come on.” He holds out his hand and pulls me to my feet. Before I can even move to grab my crutches, he dips and scoops me up into his arms.