Delectable (Sinclair Bryant)

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Sian stared at the phone attached to her living room wall, the envelope firmly clutched in her hand. She punched in the numbers that Sinclair had scrawled in his small, flicked handwriting.

Nervously twirling the cord between her fingers as she listened to the monotonous ring tone, Sian found her nerves growing. She didn't even know what she was going to say, not for the lack of thought, but simply because she was awkward and very out of practice. All she knew was she wanted to see him.

The evening shift after her afternoon with Sinclair had consisted of Perry trying to find out any details she could and being distracted at the thought of his soft lips and strong hands. Sian ended up nursing a small burn because of it but it was nothing she wasn't used to. Just another little mark to go with the many others she had acquired during her many years in a kitchen.

The ringing finally ceased and Sinclair's deep croaky voice answered on the other end. "Hello?"

"Hi, Sinclair...it's.."

"Sian," Sinclair cleared his throat and sat up, rubbing his eyes as he rested his head against the velvety headboard of his bed.

"Did I wake you?" Sian asked, the scratchier voice and the yawn that she heard erupt through the receiver giving it away.

Sinclair chuckled, shy that she had caught him out in bed at 10.14 am. "I like to lie in at the weekend, especially during winter."

"Ohh, so you're a hibernator?" Sian joked, still twiddling the cord nervously.

"Definitely a hibernator. I prefer to do my outdoor exploring in the warmer months. Winter is for good eating and watching television in bed, wouldn't you agree?"

"I don't know, I don't have a television in my bedroom," Sian responded.

"Well, I highly suggest moving the one you have in your living room to the bedroom. It'll change your life," Sinclair assured her, imagining what it might be like to watch a film in bed next to her.

"Ha, you've clearly not seen my bedroom," she mused without a second thought. Knowing there was very little spare room to put a television in there.

"No, sadly not," Sinclair joked, then pushed his head back into the headboard. Did you really just say that? He thought.

Sian's heart perked up at his unexpected response and she pressed her lips together to stop the escape of some weird awkward laugh that she knew would come. Sinclair in my bedroom? She thought. Down girl.

"Sorry," he whispered when she didn't answer.

Sinclair had nothing to be sorry for in Sian's mind, she was just trying to think of a good enough come back but it seemed she couldn't find it.

"Don't be." Sian coughed then leaned up against the wall. "Anyway, as promised I have called and...well I have a very rare weekend off. It's my only now until after Christmas. Maybe you'd like to do something tomorrow?" Sian asked as her foot began to shuffle along the carpet, it was late notice but she thought it was worth the ask.

"Why tomorrow when we have today?" Sinclair replied, pushing the duvet from around his waist and throwing his bare legs over the side of his bed.

His reply caught Sian off guard, she hadn't expected that offer.

"I have nothing planned. I can be with you in an hour and a half or so." Sinclair informed her, rather eagerly. He had thought about her all evening, wondered when she'd call, he even worried she wouldn't call at all, which might have been ludicrous to most, considering how well the afternoon had gone and how much both seemed to enjoy that kiss.