TURN BACK THE TIME, BABE. BOOK 2. KINGS WILL BE CROWNED (ENGLISH VERSION)

THE SWEETEST LOVE AROUND

I wasn't even ready to tear myself away from his lap and take a few steps not bending my knees. I didn't ask him the same question to test his usual scarce patience. But I didn't believe it. I didn't believe Freddie would even think that craziness of living together. Living as an ordinary couple. It was the nearest to a love declaration I would received from him and it scared me. I wasn't ready for that.

Freddie found himself very romantic that day and after we hurriedly washed ourselves in the upper bathroom among gigglings, he took me to the nice kitchen and opened the fridge. There was enough food to celebrate an amazing Christmas Eve dinner. Though the food fought its space with a lot of French champagne bottles.

He had charged to John Reid's chef a romantic dinner for two. Freddie was in love of his cooking and was threatening to steal him off when he was rich enough and make a generous offer.

I watched all this Freddie's romantic display with a constant suspicion. We had dinner surrounded by a trillion of candles which lit up our receptive and foolishly in love faces.

The Kilpatrick oysters, the avocado mousse with prawns and the lobster cream with aroma of Armagnac were delicious, I had never eaten something so singular. But as I moped the sauce up my plate with my finger, Freddie stared at me smirking.

- You were starving, weren't you, mousy? -he smiled unnecessarily cruel.

- A little bit -I admitted-. Is there any dessert?

- Yes, sure.

- How does it call the crazy creation of Monsieur Doisneau?

- Its name is Freddie Mercury -he joked taking my hand and kissing one by one all my fingers with predator and enticing smile.

We ate the dessert between attackings, an ice cream of orange and marshmallow. Although I ate most of it and Freddie could only taste it when he slid his greedy tongue against mine. I didn't even remember when we were from 1975 to 1976. Probably the very first minutes of that brand new year we spent it encrusted one into another or taking a rest to restart the loving activity.

- Beryl, honey -Freddie said picking up the telephone while I finished the fourth champagne bottle.

His exquisite accent still was stronger with all his gay friends. He needed to call his manager to congratule his chef from us and wishing him happy new year 1976.

- Oh, darling. Thank you for your invitation but we're staying at Stafford. Yes, I' ve made up my mind. I want it now and I want to fill it with nice furniture and cats. Tell Darren I'm keeping it, I don't want he offer it to anybody else. The price suits me fine. I can afford it, can't I, love? -he asked as he winked at me easygoing sticking out his tongue-. That's what I thought. Oh, would you please engage the services of a good cleaning company? No, nothing. Just some corners and surfaces unbecomingly dirty -he burst into laughter heading his head back while John must scold him-. Happy new year 1976. Have fun.

I drank so much champagne and with the little I ate I was drunk in a flash so the early morning of the first day of the year ended up very early for me. We got asleep over the wicker armchair of the inner garden, curling up one into another. So happy...

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Freddie wished to move permanently to 12th Stafford Terrace but the bureaucracy and paperwork didn't go through the same way as the wild romanticism so while everything was arranged, Freddie lived with me in my modest 40 square meter apartment. We were far away from everything and everyone, barely going out the street and avoiding doing it together when we decided to go out to the winter wind to slash our faces.