Trip Start Sep 09, 2004
394Trip End Ongoing
He walks towards me with a coy smile. My face immediately lights up. I nod and ask, 'yeah?' His grin widens. He nods back, 'yeah!'
I thrust both arms into the air with clenched fists as if England have just scored shouting a muted 'YES!' but silently, ever so silently, as 'the difficult girl' lies directly below us, in his bed. He laughs and tries to stay quiet. For a second we giggle like teenagers. He reaches into the fridge. No Coke this time. A cold beer. He's waited a long time for this. I smile with admiration. He cracks off the top with victorious flair and holds it up high like a trophy. He tilts me a wink and takes a celebratory swig. Good lad. I nod wisely letting him know that I'm proud and watch as he skips off back to bed. I sit for a moment before turning my attention back to my coffee, and my book.