luck for the night - rl.

43. you're a vampire!

"I did not know you were this good at cooking," Remington admitted, taking another bite of the pasta we had made. We sat on the couch again, now with steaming plates on our laps, our mugs from before filled with hot tea again, instead of the freezing cold stuff we had returned to after everything that had happened.

"Me?" I raised a brow, "don't do that. This was definitely a joint effort."

"It was your recipe." Remington pricked some penne on his fork.

"I mean, if you take that into account, we'd have to thank my grandma. After which she will kill you. She has ended people over this recipe before, you know."

Remington choked on his bite at my calm delivery of those words.

"Sorry, sorry," I laughed, handing him his cup of tea, "It's just her top-secret recipe. She got it from some Italian she once dated, and only gave it to me because I'm her 'favourite granddaughter'. I think she just means 'only granddaughter'."

My mind wandered to the old lady, living alone in the big city, for a second. I missed her, and part of me wished I could go visit her right now. Looking at Remington, now drinking the tea, I wanted her to be the first person to know about us. She had been one of the first people to know about my actual feelings for him anyway, even before I even knew it myself.

Since Remington was driving back to London tomorrow anyway, to get to the airport, and back to whatever city he was playing next, maybe I could join him, and we could take a little detour to my nans. Or was that soon, too soon?

"What are you thinking about?" A light, smooth voice cut into my thoughts.

"Nothing," I immediately answered, but after a second of silence I added: "just my grandma."

"Going over ways she will kill me if she finds out I know her secret recipe?" Remington joked, answering to the doubtful tone in my voice, "and ways to save my life, hopefully?"

I rolled my eyes, "If you can't win it from my grandma with those muscles of yours, you had it coming."

"Great to know I won't be able to count on you." Remington shook his head, taking another bite of the food.

"You will be," I raised my fork in the air, penne and all, "because I'm not planning on telling her."

Then, we turned to our pasta, enjoying the first meal we had ever made together.

***

It wasn't long before we found ourselves in my bed again, now in our pyjamas. The night was moving at an unimaginable pace, but neither of us felt ready to sleep. "Let's do it," I said, holding out my hand to him.

Remington's eyes widened, a slight blush on his face. "What?"

"You're acting like a horny teenager," I chuckled, "speaking about teenagers, though. I actually meant looking at those pics of a young Remington Leith." I put on my sweetest smile.

Across from me, old Remington Leith sighed. "Is it really time for this?"

"You know you promised."

He handed me his phone, a playful reluctance in his eyes. "Fuck, I really did, huh?"

Grabbing his phone, I turned it around in my hands. It was not the broken, barely functioning one I was used to seeing him with. "New phone?"

"I was due for an upgrade, don't you think?"

I nodded, before quickly tapping the screen, that had gotten a couple of shades darker, signing that it would lock soon. Then, my eyes, my mind, got filled with pictures of Remington, way back when.