Chapter 9
Kimberley’s POV
“Happy hangover!”
As I walk into the kitchen for some much needed coffee, I’m greeted by Justin cooking a full English breakfast. I smile awkwardly.
“Justin… you’re so sweet… but…”
“But you’re not hungry? Don’t worry, this is just for me anyway” he laughs. His laugh is so addictive it makes me smile.
“Coffee?” He pours me a cup without waiting for the answer.
I sit at the kitchen counter with my cup, looking out of the window, fazing out slowly.
“Wow, you look really bad”. I look up with a frown. “No offence or anything”.
“Justin, when you tell someone they look bad, it is offensive” I respond accusingly. He chuckles softly while turning the gas off and sits down opposite me with his plate.
“I just mean… how drunk were you? I thought we had the same amount of drinks?”
“Yeah! Exactly! Do I need to teach you the difference between men and women?”
“Ohhh riiiight! You’re a lightweight! Sorry… completely slipped my mind” he smiles teasingly. I scowl.
“Mmphh sure it did” I take a big sip of my coffee.
“Excuse me madam, but whose idea was it to have a drinking night? And who agreed even though he has an important meeting today?”
I smile, remembering the phone conversation. After our dinner date 2 months ago, we realised that too much had happened while we were apart. I told him about my recent split (without mentioning with who of course) and he agreed, thankfully, that it was too soon and even admitted that he’d been casually seeing a girl he really liked. He said he hadn’t told her about our dinner because seeing me again was so out of the blue he wondered if we were meant to be. But we soon agreed that we were better as friends, and he promised to tell his girl.
“Are we still on for tonight?” I’m ripped out of my thoughts. My mind is momentarily blank as I try to remember what tonight is.
“Your belated birthday surprise… remember?” Ohh right, my hangover is completely throwing me off.
“Right! Yes. I do. What did you say… I had to wear something fancy?”
“Yep, but verging on sexy if you want” He mockingly adds, winking over-exaggeratedly. “I’ve got to go, but I’ll pick you up at 8”. He kisses me on the cheek and lets himself out.
