It's between me and you

Chapter 42

"Mmm, what is it?" Elena took the long tube-shaped box from Andrew's hands.

Bacon was frying in the frying pan, while Ledger watched as a hunch appeared on his girl's face.

She tucked her hair behind the ear, shooting her eyes at Andrew disbelievingly. Could this be it? Her father used to buy a similar tube. Not like this one, of course. Crocodile leather their family could not afford, but he pleased himself with the simplest one. He wore it for six years until it frayed at the edges.

She pulled the lock and threw back the lid. Her heart perked up, glad to have guessed the contents.

"I thought you should appreciate the cue." Gently said Andrew, watching with indescribable pleasure how Elena carefully takes out the cue, reverently runs her fingers over it and raises her eyes on Andrew.

"My God, what material! What is it?"

"Rosewood. Specially selected wood. Made to order. It's exclusive. You're the only one who has it now."

Elena was overwhelmed with excitement. She ran her fingers over the engraved pattern, a bright yellow that served as a transition from the dark, broad part of the cue to the light tip. Sharp stripes, as if with a knife, cut it in half. The drawing was precisely made to Andrew's order. It was as if his character could be read in it. Sharp, piercing.

"It's beautiful," Elena whispered, staring at the handle of the turnstile. She had never seen one like it before in her life. It was covered with leather and fastened with an exquisite ring.

"It's silver," The guy told her and walked around her. Put his arm around her back and took the cue with her, bent and spread the girl's legs with his knee, encouraging her to put them shoulder-width apart. "Now you must not lose, Miss Elena!"

She bit her lip, feeling Andrew rubbing his chin on her shoulder.

"I never lose. Well, almost."

A husky laugh sent a herd of goosebumps down her spine. Elena turned around in his strong arms and looked at Andrew.

"Thank you, this is just some kind of royal gift," Even words of gratitude were difficult to find to describe what was happening inside.

She had never before been given something so special, and individual. Not a faceless necklace or earrings, but something that suits only her. Andrew took into account her preferences, took the time to order, most likely, spent a fabulous amount of money... The girl's heart ached with gratitude and love.

"This is the least that you deserve," He ran his thumb across her cheek, and then, raising an eyebrow, added: "But from a generous "thank you" I will not refuse."

Elena laughed and rose on her toes to give him what he liked in return. Andrew fumbled for the knob on the stove and turned off the burner. The bacon would have to wait.

Twenty minutes later they ate a breakfast of dried bacon and the remains of yesterday's dinner, cooked by the two of them. To be exact, Elena cooked it, and Andrew interrupted her, but the fact remained. They did not go hungry.

At one point the girl's cell phone rang with the ringtone set to Ira.

"Damn, I forgot to congratulate her," Elena returned the cup on the saucer and took the call.

"Happy birthday, sweety," Elena guiltily squeezed her eyes, expecting a tirade of contrived dissatisfaction.

Andrew smirked.

"Tell her that you were busy with something more important than phone calls. I think she'll understand and forgive," Ledger said with a chuckle, not even thinking to tone it down.