Where You Are

Las Vegas

Jesse

'Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you!'

I groaned, the loud music and slightly off-key singing waking me up with an unwelcome start. That wasn't my alarm. I wasn't under the impression that I'd even set an alarm. I wasn't ready to get up in any case. I was just about to reach for my mobile to switch it off when a shadow moved against the light streaming in from outside and I opened my eyes properly.

I let out a snort of laughter. Birgitta was up, dressed in nothing but my white, button-up uniform top, panties, socks, her aviator sunglasses and my pilot's cap. She was dancing around the room with the music, swaying her hips and lip-syncing the words to the song as it played from her mobile.

I stretched, sat up and rubbed my eyes so I could appreciate this performance fully.

'What have I done to deserve this?' I asked, reaching for her, but she danced out of reach. I groaned again.

'It's our last day in Vegas, I wanted to give you something to remember me by,' she said, grinning widely, her sunglasses obscuring most of her face from me.

'I think I'll remember you without this,' I told her, holding up my left hand and pointing to my wedding ring. 'How very Risky Business of you.'

'This is our song,' she said, as if it were obvious.

'I thought our song was Can't Help Falling In Love,' I replied.

'Well, that's not Céline Dion,' she scoffed. 'Anything by Céline Dion is our song now, for obvious reasons.'

'Crikey, is that right?' I muttered.

'I heard that!' She giggled. 'She's a national treasure! Wait, do you think she would have married us?'

'I'm going to need my shirt back,' I told her.

'Come and get it,' she peered at me from under her sunglasses with a sly grin.

'Get over here!' I lunged for her, but she ducked with a loud laugh and danced over to the other end of the room.

I got up and chased her. She was trapped, she had nowhere to go. I grinned and grabbed her around her hips, knocking my cap to the ground and tossing her over my shoulder.

She screamed and I threw her back into bed and then climbed on top of her, undoing the buttons of my shirt much more carefully than I wanted to. I didn't have another and I didn't want to waste time sewing buttons back on or searching for a new one.

We almost didn't even make it to the concert the night before. As soon as I'd seen her in the form-fitting, sparkly black dress, I'd wanted it off again. I was enjoying her dressing up more than she usually did. But one pleading look from her and I knew I actually had to take her to see Céline Dion.

She squealed and then laughed, her cheeks red. I finally peeled the shirt off of her and took her sunglasses off so I could see her properly.

'You can wake me up like this any time you like,' I told her. 'But do need that shirt back.'

'You'll have to take it from me,' she stuck out her tongue at me.

'I may never wash it again, now it'll smell like you,' I told her, dipping down to kiss her neck and breathing in deeply. I wasn't joking, I didn't care if the other blokes made fun of me, I would wear my shirt if it smelled like her. Especially if we were to be separated for a bit before we could actually live together.

She sighed under me and closed her eyes.

'I want you at least twice before we have to be at the airport,' I told her seriously.