Just how much have I missed?
Gran and I made plans to meet up tomorrow for lunch at Tally’s, only the two of us. She’d better be ready to spill everything. Then again, she will want me to do the same. Not sure I’m ready for this conversation with her. I best prepare myself for what is to come.
Sometime later after declaring our eyes were bigger than our stomachs and consuming a bevvy or two, or five, Shark woke from his kip in search of food and ended up devouring the last of the items.
He is taking over Tamara’s room and she is in my room, just like old times. Our third bedroom is more of a storage room of paintings and office items. She wanted Shark to remain close for additional protection, something he agreed wouldn’t be possible if he stayed in a hotel.
I insisted there be no talk of my monster for the rest of the evening; anything pressing could be dealt with in the morning.
They agreed without hesitation.
I couldn’t concentrate with the wine flowing as freely as Tamara poured glass after glass. I’m surprised I haven’t gained a stone or more with all my eating and lack of exercise as of late. Then again, who gives a shite, Alexander enjoys my eating habits.
That’s it. There will be no talk of him either.
“I’m jealous of how much food you two can eat.” Shark points his fork at me after taking his last bite.
“Don’t get me started on Lili’s love for tiramisu.” Tamara sends me a smile, “speaking of, I made sure to swing by and pick some up. Do you want a piece?”
I shook my head then waved her away when she tilted the remnants of the wine bottle asking if I wanted it. I had more than enough wine today. Tiramisu would have to wait for breakfast. Then a thought crossed me.
Can I ever enjoy tiramisu now that I know it’s Alexander’s favorite as well? Visions of us sharing the container he brought flashed through my mind. Here I thought I’d be clearing my head, not wallowing in the memories.
Through my wine-soaked brain I sensed Tamara was more than pleased with having me back; it’s easier to keep track of my life that way. What happened to being in hiding? The recluse who sits in her art studio all day. Where is she and why did she leave her safe space?
Enough of the pity party for one.
Tamara deserves a long-extended holiday after this gala is over with. She can choose anywhere in the world, and I’ll see to it that it happens.
I sighed and sat back on the wide gray sectional sofa; the wine, food, and jet lag lulling me into a knackered state.
*Strong Scottish* “I’m off to bed.” I slur and stand, a bit wobbly and dare I say pretty steamin (drunk). I rarely drink this much in a month, let alone a day. I just needed my bed, the place where there are no ties to Alexander.
“But it’s only eight, the night is young.” Shark protests, ready to have a bevvy or two himself.
“Mate, ye took a kip. I dinnae.” I slur. After the flight landed, I thought it best to stay up so when I do crash into bed, I’m out all night.
“I could use a few hours at a club.” Tamara returns from the kitchen with a bright smile.
I stumble but catch myself on the chaise part of the sofa.When did that move?
“Let me help.” Harrison’s hand comes out to clasp my shoulder. “You had quite a bit to drink.”
“I’ve got her. Meet you out here in twenty.” Tamara and I shuffle off to my room, once inside she is hesitant on leaving me. “Maybe I should stay home with you.”
I wave her off, or at least I think I do, *sloshed* “go have fun. Harrison might make a better wingman.” I start to ramble, the one thing I often do when having too many things on my mind. “Ye deserve to find love too. Someone is out there, I know it.”
Tamara is helping me into bed as I’m telling her in the sappiest of manners how much I adore her, then before I know it, I zonk out.
All the while, Alexander’s message seemed to stay at the forefront of my thoughts. That, and our love for tiramisu.
Alexander. I need you more than ye know.
Waking but not wanting to move, I found myself entangled around Tamara, her body wrapped around me so tight I could not leave. My bladder was protesting.
I started to remove myself from her, but her grip tightened, and she groaned sleepily.
“Five more minutes.”