Haven't Seen You In Ages

Sneaky

Somehow, despite everything that had been said on the beach, there was no awkward tension between Hugh and I. Just the knowledge that we were, in fact, best as friends and nothing more.

I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about it though. I knew I had stronger feelings than ever before for Hugh, but I was still deciding whether it was worth forming a relationship on.

Especially with the secrets I was keeping from him, and the two year gap in our lives that consisted of everything but each other.

I didn't like to think about it, but it was true; he could have been with many girls in the time that we had not seen each other, although I doubted it.

Why would he lie to me about being a virgin if he wasn't?

Then again, I had lied to him. And for that, I was truly regretful. If I had of just told him about it then and there, I wouldn't have this guilt built up in my stomach, feeling as though it was slowly squeezing my heart. And it would squeeze until the truth came out and my heart shattered.

But I needed to stop worrying so much. I knew the day would come when everything would be resolved, but for now, I had to enjoy this vacation. Again.

***

The next morning, I woke up with the sun streaming through the open blinds, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

I wrapped a blanket around myself, having slept in just my underwear due to the heat, and walked to the kitchen via the lounge room.

Hugh was already awake, probably proud of himself for not falling off the couch.

It was he who had decided that sleeping separately would also be for the best. 'To prevent unwanted feelings,' he had said, but I hadn't taken him seriously, because it made me laugh at the thought.

"Morning G," Hugh said, sliding out of bed. I noticed that he had had the same idea as me, with the heat that is. He was wearing a pair of superman boxer shorts and that was it.

I am never going to get over this sight, I thought to myself, taking in Hugh's breathtakingly, ripped body.

"Hey," I said with a lazy smile that is especially for mornings. That tired smile. Hugh returned it, and walked over to me. "You're such a dag," I said, referring to his boxers.

"Hey! Breakfast here, or downstairs?" He asked, sidestepping my observation. Such a simple question, but so very difficult to answer.

"Here again," I finally answered, thinking about how I wasn't bothered to get dressed.

"Fine by me," Hugh replied, planting a kiss on my forehead. It was a friendly gesture; something that we'd always done before he moved, but to me it felt like something completely different.

I ignored it, remembering our conversation yesterday and if he felt it too, then so did he.

We sat down at the kitchen bench, facing each other, both of us thinking the same.

"We don't have any cereal." I laughed at how we said it at the same time, and he did too. I was surprised that I hadn't noticed he hadn't laughed for a while, because I could listen to it over and over again.

"Downstairs then?" Hugh asked, starting to get up. But I already had a different idea.

"Hugh?"

"Yeah?"

"I have the best idea right now," I said, and I watched as his smirk came back to life, releasing those butterflies again for the thousandth time.