A Cornish Affair

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The morning seemed to come all too soon. Rosie had laid awake for much of the night, finally drifting off to sleep in the early hours. Much of her night had been spent weeping silently. Ricky had started by holding her. He had found no words that would comfort Rosie, the pain all being too raw for her.

She and Ricky had talked until they had gone to bed. They'd discussed going back to Rosie's house. Ricky had told her he'd be with her all the way. But Rosie had questioned whether he should be or not.

"I'll have to tell him about us. Won't that make me as bad as him?" Rosie had said, still nestled in to Ricky's side as they had laid on the sofa.

Ricky hadn't answered at first. She had a point.  They had slept together,  firstly when it hadn't seemed like Rosie had any intention of leaving Lee, but by the time they'd met in Newquay, everything had changed.  He'd expressed as much to Rosie.

"Ten years of deceit as apposed to us sleeping together once,"  Rosie had weighed up the situation. "By the time I went to Newquay, I guess I was ready to leave him anyway whether I'd have met you again or not. The one and only reason I hadn't said anything to him when I got back was because of his job then the flood."

"You owe him nothing Rosie. But in my opinion you never have!" Rosie had said no more about him. They had gone to bed, each being happy just to be held. Sex hadn't been offered nor wanted by either of them, just the strong sense of love, that although unspoken, was definitely felt by both.

Rosie left Ricky to sleep and went to make some coffee. Waiting for the kettle to boil, she pulled the blinds and looked out at the world waking up. People were hurrying to work, joggers following the tow path along the canal by the bridge. Rosie suddenly wondered what Lee would be doing. She pictured him sleeping in her bed. The image made her angry.

Now Rosie stood watching,  tapping her phone against her lip. There were 9 voice mail messages. She supposed she could understand Lee being concerned. She guessed he didn't have a clue as to why Rosie had walked out; other than the wedding fair ordeal, losing his job and turning her house into a clone of his mother's. But he wouldn't have been able to justify any single one of those things being the reason Rosie would walk out on him. He wouldn't have known about her find.

Giving in, Rosie tapped in to her voicemail, listening to the first message, a simple call for when she'd be home. The next displayed a little more urgency in his voice. As did the third. By the fourth, he knew something was up, but all messages were still short. He'd been up to the bedroom and noticed her holdall missing.

"Give me a ring Rosie. I know I've seriously pissed you off recently,  but there is no to leave!"  he had said at the end of the sixth message.

It was obvious after the last message that the call had been made since receiving Rosie's texts. Lee was demanding to know what the hell was going on. Where she was. Who she was with. He'd threatened to ring her friends and her parents. Rosie surmised he'd done neither judging by the fact she hadn't received any communication from any of them.

With the noise of the water coming to the boil, Rosie didn't heard Ricky walk up behind her. She jumped as his hands wrapped around her waist, his voice groaning gruffly at her neck.

"You weren't there when I woke up!"  he nibbled at her ear lobe. Rosie squirmed at his touch giggling softly.

"I'm sorry." She turned to see topless Ricky, a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms the only thing he was wearing. Rosie hung her arms around his shoulders. "Coffee?" she asked, placing her phone down on the table.

Ricky kissed her before accepting her offer, watching Rosie head back to the fridge to look for the milk. Holding on to the door, she turned back to him. "Guess I'll have it black!"