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“Jamie, I doubt most of the women you’ve been this close to in bed, have had any clothing on at all.”
“That makes me sound easy.”
“You are! Jesus, look at how quickly I got with you. If you were female… I’d be telling you…to learn to close your legs.” She could barely get the sentence out she thought it so funny.I chuckled as well until we were both laughing, half from tiredness and half from finding some common ground.
“I can’t believe you came back. I really want to stay awake all night now because I know tomorrow you’ll be gone,” she disclosed with a sigh. It was the most honest thing anyone had ever said to me.
“No I won’t. You can rest easy… I’m not leaving tomorrow.”
“Until you remember you have something else important to do and you leave me a note again… or worse, no note next time.”
Her insecurity made my chest tighten and I felt horrible that she couldn’t believe me. “I’ve never promised anything before to a girl—ever. When I said I’d be back to you, I promised. I keep my promises and I never make them unless I know I can. I’m here, aren’t I? So, when I tell you I promise I’m not leaving tomorrow, you can be sure of it.”
Turning her away from me, I refused to let her shut me out and snuggled down behind her, spooning like I had the last time we’d shared the bed for a while, except this time it felt far more intimate, yet there were about ten layers of material between us.
“Why are you here?” I asked as we settled down and I was almost asleep.
“I live here,” she mumbled.
“No, I mean in this bed. This isn’t your bed.”
“My bedsheets don’t smell like you,” she muttered and snuggled down, shifting a little closer. Her answer made me smile and I kissed the back of her head. “Sleep, baby. I’ll be right here when you wake up,” I reassured her and within a couple of minutes I was lulled to sleep by the rise and fall of her ribs beneath my arm and her deep and regular breathing.
* * *
Heat seared through my eyelids as I stirred beneath the snug heavy duvet and for a few minutes I refused to acknowledge to myself that I was awake.
Suddenly I remembered where I was, and my eyes sprang open. Streaks of sunshine shone through the venetian blinds creating a light striped pattern across the flock wallpaper; then I remembered Daisy was beside me. I couldn’t believe I had turned away from her in the night. Rolling onto my back my hand fell to the warm patch she’d obviously only recently left.
I sat up onto my elbows in a hurry and searched my pockets for my phone. I’d slept on it all night long. Being so tired I had no memory of anything since I fell asleep.
I must have been out of this world like a dead man when I never felt Daisy get out of bed.
Strange because in all my years I had only slept that deeply a handful of times.
When my morning wood subsided, I was bursting to pee so I threw the heavy duvet back on Daisy’s side and headed to the bathroom. I knew I had to talk to her as we tried to understand what was happening between us.
As cold as it was, I stripped out of my clothes and felt better once the hot rapid spray of the shower hit my skin. Ten minutes later I was dried and fixing the last clean t-shirt I had in my travel bag into place before I made my way down to the bar still very unsure of what I wanted to say.
There must have been something about my timing during my Dublin visit because as I reached the stairs I heard a voice I recognized talking to Daisy; then I remembered what Terry had said and my mind connected to the girl who had initially taken me there. Maria.
“And what? He turned up in your room, just like that? How did he get in?”
“Terry let him in. Wait until I speak to him by the way, I could have been murdered in my bed.”
“And he tried to get into bed with you?”
“Yep, in the dead of night and I punched him in the throat,” she replied and chuckled.
“Jesus, Daisy, you could have ended his career.”
“I could have but it would have been better than belting him in the balls with the bedside lamp, which was my plan B,” she replied and they both cracked up laughing. “I wouldn’t have cared if he never sang another note but Maria that cock of his—”
Clearing my throat, I stepped out at the top of the stairs and saw two very guilty women staring up at me. Daisy’s face was a picture and she had turned beetroot red.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account, it was just getting interesting,” I added, smiling playfully at the mortified glances that passed between the two girls.
“Maria was asking why you were here… I was telling her how you turned up in the night.”
