The Mistakes We Made

Part II

She looked up at him and she could see that it had not been easy for him to ask her this question, "Yeah. I'd love to.", she said softly.

"Good. Let's get out of here!", he muttered, took her by the hand and guided her back inside.

They fought their way back through the crowd until they reached the cloakroom, where they waited for Stevie's coat, nervously looking around, hoping to not bump into Mick once again.

"He'd freak out if he saw us leaving already.", Stevie said when she finally got her coat back and they quickly left through the door.

"Honestly, I don't care.", Lindsey said, "I'm 67 years old, I really don't give a fuck anymore!"

"Where do you wanna go? You wanna go have another drink?", she asked him.

"Do you?", he asked back, "I'd be happy if we just spend some time in one of our rooms, having a glass of wine. I missed talking to you..", he admitted.

A smile appeared upon her face, hearing his words, "That is totally fine with me. I've got a real good Chardonnay in my minibar."

"Then, Chardonnay it is!", Lindsey said, causing Stevie to laugh when they took the elevator to reach their floor.

They went down the corridor, stopping at her door, and Lindsey had to help her with the key room card.

"I'm never going to figure out how these work..", she cursed while he opened the door for the both of them.

"It's quite easy, actually.", Lindsey said and let her walk in first.

She switched on the lights and started searching for a lighter in her purse, "Is it okay if I light some candles?"

"Still in love with candlelight, I see..", Lindsey smirked

"Was I ever not?", she asked, raising a brow, causing him to chuckle, "It's just been some time since you witnessed it.."

"True.. No, that's totally fine with me. Go ahead."

A few minutes later, he had sat down on the couch, pouring both of them a glass of wine while watching Stevie walking around, lighting some candles.

"Is it okay if I take off my shoes, too?", she asked before sitting down, "My feet are killing me."

"Take 'em off!", he muttered, her sighing loudly with relief and slouching down next to him on the couch, "I had no idea you're still in so much pain.."

"You know me, I don't talk about it.", Stevie said and took her glass from him, "Nobody cares anyway."

"I do care.", he said, having a worried expression on his face, "I remember you talking about having surgery last year.."

"I've got no time for that!", she waved it off.

He shook is head in disbelief, "Stevie.."

"I see my orthopedist regularly.", she defended herself.

"And still, you're wearing those damn shoes!"

"I love them. They're a part of me. You of all people should know that!"

"You're so stubborn..", he chuckled.

"Cheers to that!", she said, raising her hand to clink glasses with him.

"Gosh, I'm sorry, Lindsey, I need to get more comfortable..", she muttered after sipping on her drink, carefully trying to prop up her legs onto the coffee table, "Old age is a bitch!"

"Give 'em here!", he said quickly and placed her legs over his lap, "Now, tell me again, where are you hurting?"

"The left foot is the worst..", she could only say before she felt Lindsey pulling off her left nylon sock and taking her bare foot in-between his hands. She looked at him in disbelief when he then started to massage her. Stevie couldn't help but moan when he found just the right spot, closing her eyes and tilting her head back.