The Porsche, The Beetle And How I Got Here

Chapter 14

I woke up the following morning, with my head on Richard’s chest and my left arm embracing him. Our legs were curled together, and his hand were lying on the curve between my hip and rips.

His fingertips drew small circles on my bare skin, and his chest raised and fell peacefully beneath my head. It’s difficult to explain why, but there’s nothing, simply nothing, as comfortable as cuddling up with someone dear to you, especially if that “dear one” happens to be a highly attractive man , whom you’ve been crushing on for longer than anyone care to remember.

I sighed happily and raised my head, resting it in my palm so I could look down at Richard. He smiled up at me, and ran his fingers through my hair, before cupping my cheek.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked sweetly, I nodded before planting a short kiss on his lips and got out of bed. I got aware of my nakedness almost as soon as I’d slipped out from under the covers, not because I was embarrassed or anything, rather because it was way too fucking cold to be naked, so I looked around the room, and snatched Richards brown sweater and pulled it over my head. The sleeves were too long, and it hang loosely onto me, but it was warm and soft, and it made me feel so incredibly adorable, and by the way Richard looked at me, I knew he approved.

So I walked out of the bedroom and into my small kitchen, where I quickly filled a kettle so we could get some coffee. As I’d turned on the boiler, I waltzed my way back to the bedroom, where I rather “gracefully” dumped back onto the bed beside Richard, who laughed at my performance.

“How’d you go from looking like an angel to a complete dork in two seconds?” he asked through his laughter, as I hid my flushing cheeks in the duvet.

“Shut up..” I mumbled, unable to keep the smile out of my voice, making him laugh even more. I looked up and gave him the dead stare, but failed, and started laughing along.

“I hate you..” I giggled.

“No you don’t” he laughed.

“You’re right.” I smiled, as he reached out and kissed me softly.

“I’m simply born that way.” I told him, after I pulled away, from him, leaving a few inches between our faces, so I could see the confusion spread onto his face.

“What?”

“You asked me how I can go from looking like an angel to an idiot,” I said and made a hair flip, which without a doubt looked better in my head than in real life, due to my beloved, short haircut. “-And I answered, that I was born that way.” I heard the click from the kettle in the kitchen, so I quickly kissed his lips, before jumping off the bed, and made my way back into the kitchen.

I could hear the soft sound of his laughter, and a smile made its way to my lips.

I found some mugs, milk and had just reached out for the instant coffee in the cupboard, when I heard the floor creak, and turned my head, to see Richard leaning up against the doorframe scratching his neck, his always messy hair even more messy than usual.

“Coffee or tea?” I asked and moved some of the things in the cupboard, to have a closer look on what I had to offer, “I have some cocoa too.” I added and smiled at him.

“Coffee would be great,” he said and walked over and wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder.

“Do you want me to help you with anything?” he asked me, hugging me closer.

“No thanks Rich, I’m a big, tough girl, I can make two cups of coffee.”

“Apart from that one time you poured boiling coffee onto yourself.”

“It only happened once… I thought you’d forgotten that.” I said, and added the hot water to the coffee powder.

“How’d you expect me to forget with all that happened around that time?” he asked, and let go of me, to take one of the cups. He looked at me, his brown eyes locking into mine.

“I don’t know…” I said and took the first big mouthful of coffee, “-talking of that, we’ve totally forgotten our deal.”

“yes….” He mumbled and drank some of his coffee too.

“Now,” I said and looked at him. “I’m not the married one, so this is completely up to you. Do you want to scrap the deal?” as those words exited my mouth, I was ripped in two. A part of me eagerly awaited his answer, ready to go down onto my knees, praying for him to say yes. And the other part of me, wanted to slap myself so hard, that I’d fly all the way to Jupiter, like what the actual fuck were I doing? I’d fucked him, I’d done what I wanted, now it’s time to give him back to his wife and forget everything about this.

I took another sip of my coffee and looked at him in silence. The seconds felt long as days, and I really had to restrain myself, so I wouldn’t fall to the ground and scream.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” I asked, feeling my heart flutter.

“Yes, lets scrap the deal.” He said with his amazing smile. I put my mug down and couldn’t help the weird, excited cry/squeal I made as I tossed my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug. He sat his mug on the counter and wrapped his arms around my waist, and laughed happily, as I raised my head and pressed my lips to his.

I know what we were doing was wrong. I know that we shouldn’t ever have scraped the deal, however, I wouldn’t change a thing that happened that day, nor what happened that week. I don’t regret the times I brought Richard back to the flat with me, as he called Amanda, telling her that he’d spend the night with James or Jeremy or both, planning something for the show, or just drinking their brains out. Nor did I regret the times I lied to Rachel and David, so I could spend time with Rich instead.

What I do regret however, is how I tackled things when it went wrong.