"Who's in here?" A deep voice boomed from the door. I shuddered. "It's um, me Damien." I jumped up off my perch on the couch and walked into the middle of the hallway.
"Oh," he smiled. Why did his smile have to be so damn attractive?
His muscly toned chest was fully exposed and his abs were shining with water. His dirty blonde mop of hair stuck to his face where saltwater still dripped. He had been surfing. " I thought someone had found my oh so secret spare key." He said sarcastically. "You mean the one you keep under the door mat?" I replied, with a hostile edge to my tone.
I couldn't fall for his charming ways again. "So the dolphin swallowed some seawater."
I tensed at my old nickname and rolled my eyes at the irony of that statement.
"Aren't you the one who was in the sea?"
"What happened to the nice, joking, dolphie I knew?" He frowned, "you've changed."
"For the better." I stated plainly before walking out to the kitchen and grabbing my car keys.
"Where are you going?" Damien, now dry, followed me out the door.
"Grocery shopping." I said unlocking my car.
"I have groceries. It's late dolphie stay home." He was right, the sky was darkening and my stomach was telling me that it was about dinner time. "That's right, you have groceries I don't."
"We share our food, remember." "Or has that changed too?"
I stopped walking and turned to face him. "That was then, now everything's different."
He broke my heart once and I was not going to let him do it again. "Dolphie?" I sighed and looked over my shoulder. "No."
I turned the radio up as my car cascaded across the road. "And I'm here, to remind you, of the mess you left when you went away!" I smiled and sang out.
"It's not fair! To deny me!" I pulled into the shopping centre car park and parked somewhat close to the building. "Of the cross I bear, that you gave to me, you, you, you oughta know!"
I slid out of my seat and zipped my maroon jacket up higher against the cold. After buying enough for 2 days of dinner, breakfast and lunch. I cross back over to my car.
I drove home pelting out the songs on the radio.
When I got home I pushed open the door and went straight to the kitchen. I chopped up half a lettuce, a tomato and some other things, then put them in a bowl and tossed them with a lemon and honey dressing.
I put some eggs on the stove to boil and took some lamb cutlets out to the backyard to barbecue.
"Something in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself, makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms." I had forgotten that he sung. He was playing the acoustic guitar on the swing. The swing that he used to cuddle me while singing to me on. That was our swing. A silent tear slid down my cheek at the sound of his poetic, sweet voice. "There's something in your voice, makes my heart beat fast. Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life." I had missed it so much.
I had missed him so much. I tried to stay silent as I walked back into the house, sobbing. Curse my emotional self. It didn't work. "Dolphie?" Damien looked up at me crying. Too late. I felt his warm arms snake around my neck and he pulled me onto our swing.
I collapsed my head onto his chest. WAIT? NO! "I'm fine." I said, standing up and wiping my watery eyes. Darn. I really haven't changed much have I?
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