continues.
“Well, yeah, I guess.”
“You guess…?” He pauses. “What is it, Tink?”
“It’s just since Con and Pea…I just…I kind of feel like a third wheel.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I’m getting that. They can’t leave each other alone those two. It gets a bit sickly after a while. You want to come to mine and sample my culinary skills, or we can order take out?”
“Yeah, dinner sounds good,” I say softly, smiling at him. I sometimes forget what a kind man Dane is.
As the car rolls forward and we start our journey back to his place, I feel a sense of relief. I didn’t realise how much I’d craved some company and normality back in my life. I’ve felt like everything has been a bit crazy for a while now. It’s nice just to go and have an evening meal with a friend. I look over to Dane.
“Thank you,” I say.
“Anytime, Soph,” he replies.
When we pull into the drive, my mouth drops open at the sight of Dane’s house. In all the years I’ve known him, I’ve never been to his house and, to be honest, I never thought it would look like this. Instead, assuming he would have a lad’s pad. Some new build apartment with all the mod cons. This is something else. This house is beautiful and big, especially in London.
Before I realise it, Dane is around my side of the car and has opened the door.
“Come on Tink, let’s get into the warm,” he says reaching for my hand, which I extend to him. He takes it and leads me to the door. When we get inside, I stare at the high ceilings and beautiful details.
“It’s cold in here,” I murmur.
“Yeah sorry, I was at Pea’s when you called, so haven’t been home to heat the place up. And because it’s so big it takes a while to get warm. If we go into the lounge though, I’ll put some logs in the fireplace and it’ll be warm in no time.”
“You were at Pea’s?” I reply stupidly.
“Yeah,” he says and frowns.
“It’s just…she’ll wonder why I haven’t gone home.”
“She won’t, don’t worry. I was in the kitchen when you called.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” A grin spreads across his face. “Let’s just say it was uncomfortable, and if Pea wasn’t already pregnant, I’m pretty sure Con would have made her that way just from the kissing they were doing tonight.”
I make a gagging face and we both burst out laughing.
“Come on, give me your coat and go in the lounge. It’s through there,” he says pointing to a big white door. I shrug off my small leather biker jacket and move to the door. Opening it and walking through, I’m amazed at how large the room is. I shouldn’t be surprised, the house is huge, being London I was expecting it to be more like the size of a typical lounge. But no it’s massive. It’s decorated in browns and creams, and even though it’s huge, it still manages to look warm, inviting and cosy. I sink into one corner of the comfy sofa, kicking my shoes off and curling my legs up and under me.
Dane walks over to the fire and throws in a few logs along with some kindling and lights it up. I watch the flames take shape and wonder how some people make things look so easy.
“Sophie, will you hurry up? I want to feel the warmth. I’m unwell you know!” Mother screeched from her position on the sofa. When I’d gotten home that afternoon, she’d told me she was poorly. It was the flu - apparently. I wasn’t so sure. Usually, when people had the flu, they were bedridden and couldn’t move their muscles. Mother just had a cold. She was certainly sniffling enough to give that impression. She was also using the excuse to order me around. Not that an explanation was necessary. I’d had a cold a few weeks before hers, was bedridden, shivering and burning up. I wasn’t able to eat and was hardly drinking fluids. She still left me by myself to do her social butterfly thing.
“Sophie!” she shouted. I quickly knelt down at the fireplace. It wasn’t often used. We’d normally have
“Well, yeah, I guess.”
“You guess…?” He pauses. “What is it, Tink?”
“It’s just since Con and Pea…I just…I kind of feel like a third wheel.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I’m getting that. They can’t leave each other alone those two. It gets a bit sickly after a while. You want to come to mine and sample my culinary skills, or we can order take out?”
“Yeah, dinner sounds good,” I say softly, smiling at him. I sometimes forget what a kind man Dane is.
As the car rolls forward and we start our journey back to his place, I feel a sense of relief. I didn’t realise how much I’d craved some company and normality back in my life. I’ve felt like everything has been a bit crazy for a while now. It’s nice just to go and have an evening meal with a friend. I look over to Dane.
“Thank you,” I say.
“Anytime, Soph,” he replies.
When we pull into the drive, my mouth drops open at the sight of Dane’s house. In all the years I’ve known him, I’ve never been to his house and, to be honest, I never thought it would look like this. Instead, assuming he would have a lad’s pad. Some new build apartment with all the mod cons. This is something else. This house is beautiful and big, especially in London.
Before I realise it, Dane is around my side of the car and has opened the door.
“Come on Tink, let’s get into the warm,” he says reaching for my hand, which I extend to him. He takes it and leads me to the door. When we get inside, I stare at the high ceilings and beautiful details.
“It’s cold in here,” I murmur.
“Yeah sorry, I was at Pea’s when you called, so haven’t been home to heat the place up. And because it’s so big it takes a while to get warm. If we go into the lounge though, I’ll put some logs in the fireplace and it’ll be warm in no time.”
“You were at Pea’s?” I reply stupidly.
“Yeah,” he says and frowns.
“It’s just…she’ll wonder why I haven’t gone home.”
“She won’t, don’t worry. I was in the kitchen when you called.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” A grin spreads across his face. “Let’s just say it was uncomfortable, and if Pea wasn’t already pregnant, I’m pretty sure Con would have made her that way just from the kissing they were doing tonight.”
I make a gagging face and we both burst out laughing.
“Come on, give me your coat and go in the lounge. It’s through there,” he says pointing to a big white door. I shrug off my small leather biker jacket and move to the door. Opening it and walking through, I’m amazed at how large the room is. I shouldn’t be surprised, the house is huge, being London I was expecting it to be more like the size of a typical lounge. But no it’s massive. It’s decorated in browns and creams, and even though it’s huge, it still manages to look warm, inviting and cosy. I sink into one corner of the comfy sofa, kicking my shoes off and curling my legs up and under me.
Dane walks over to the fire and throws in a few logs along with some kindling and lights it up. I watch the flames take shape and wonder how some people make things look so easy.
“Sophie, will you hurry up? I want to feel the warmth. I’m unwell you know!” Mother screeched from her position on the sofa. When I’d gotten home that afternoon, she’d told me she was poorly. It was the flu - apparently. I wasn’t so sure. Usually, when people had the flu, they were bedridden and couldn’t move their muscles. Mother just had a cold. She was certainly sniffling enough to give that impression. She was also using the excuse to order me around. Not that an explanation was necessary. I’d had a cold a few weeks before hers, was bedridden, shivering and burning up. I wasn’t able to eat and was hardly drinking fluids. She still left me by myself to do her social butterfly thing.
“Sophie!” she shouted. I quickly knelt down at the fireplace. It wasn’t often used. We’d normally have
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