Where Will You Be Waking Up Tomorrow Morning

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Chapter 23:

She walked in the door without saying a word. Wheeling her suitcase to the stairs, before picking it up, she didn't even look at me. The amount of damage I may of done was unfathomable. The fact that I could lose her, that nothing may ever be the same. This made me want to slit my throat and bleed out on the floor.

"Brendon, can we talk?" Her voice was about as sharp as an icepick and stung like anti-septic to a deep wound. 

"Yeah, I'm coming upstairs." I said, getting up. I was still hungover and every light hurt, and my neck was sore from sleeping in the tub. I trudged up the stairs to find her sitting on the bed, knees to her chest. 

"You don't find me attractive, cause I had to gain weight. That's why  you cheated, I know it." She had tears streaming down her face. 

"I cheated because I was drunk and stupid, no one is as beautiful as you. In fact I think you are sexier now than before. It was a stupid decision, I was drunk, but that is no excuse.  I can't express how much, how much I regret it. How much I regret making you feel that way. I can't even fathom how I could hurt you so much. I've never regretted anything this much, honestly." I was pleading, my voice hurt and tired, begging for forgiveness.

"I forgive you, Brendon. Everyone makes mistakes. But this is your last chance. I just want to lay here and rest my head in your chest. I need to see if I can still do that." She leaned into my chest. I started to sing Shelter by Birdy. 

"Maybe I have said, something that was wrong, can I make it better with the lights turned on?" I sang to her, knowing I was in the wrong.

"I still love you Brendon, I still love you. I want to go swimming. Swimming clears my head." She stood up and put on a black and blue racing suit, not sexy but made for swimming. I put on swim trunks and, well just swim trunks. Walking out to the pool, I watched as she got on the diving board.

She stood, backwards, arms outstretched to the sky and jumped, flipping around several times, before sliding into the water, effortlessly in the blue water and leaving very little splash. It was breathtaking, and beautiful.  I watched in awe and sat on the edge of the pool. 

"You are beautiful. I know you don't want to hear it but you are breathtaking when you move, you have grace. You have a beautiful way about you. I am in love with you, you know that." I said, hoping it would help her see me as I used to be.

She swam to the edge of the pool and hopped out. "Brendon, I still love you. But I am also going to push you in the pool." She laughed and pushed me into the pool, leaving me flopping and breathless. She then followed me into the pool, and hopped up onto my lap. 

"I know there's nothing hotter than make up sex."  She whispered into my ear. Nibbling on my neck I realized how hot she was. I grabbed her hand and led her out of the pool and back into the house.

"You are going to have to pay for being a naughty boy." She said as she pushed me down onto the bed. 

"Oh am I?" I answered back, my voice teasing.

"Of course you are, we may be made up, but I'm not gonna let you slide." She spoke before we got heavy, everything at her command. 

By the end of it we were laying in stained, and wet pillowed (from our wet hair), bed. Tangled up in sheets and skin, I realized we were able to begin again.