Steve phoned me back and said he'd got the job, at a hotel in the Lakes and he starts on Monday morning. They wanted him to move in there on Sunday, so he was hitching down tomorrow (Wednesday) to get his stuff. Now it just so happened that my son was going to his Dad's for Wednesday night, for a birthday hog roast, so it all seemed to be fated that I go and pick him up instead. Which he finally agreed to.
Then Tuesday evening I was in bed asleep at 9.30 when he rang and asked if I'd been trying to ring him. I said no, I'd been asleep 'cos of my sinuses, and we were laughing about my neck gland that grows to be a second head when I get throat infections. It was only when I put the phone down that I realised he must have known it wasn't me phoning him, because, like all mobiles, he has caller display.
So then the next morning I was really nervous, because if this was the last time he saw me I wanted him to regret what he'd lost! I thought of dressing in his favourite goth outfit, then I thought that would be too obvious, so I did my make-up and hair, but wore jeans. Then, in a flash of inspiration, I put my hair in a loose up-do, something he's not seen before.
When I picked him up, he wanted to go to show me the lake, so we drove down to Coniston water and stood watching the rain drifting across in sheets. He held my hand to help me down the bank (I was wearing heels), and I noticed he didn't let it go when we got there.
Once we were back on the road, he told me how amazing I looked. 'I did wonder if you'd wear my favourite outfit,' he said. 'I thought it'd be a bit obvious,' I said, and from there we got to talking through everything and nothing again. We were listening to music, and it was so reminiscent of when we first got together, I knew he would be reminded of that, and he was. He was talking about how he cries at night when he thinks of me, about how he'll never love anyone the way he loves me. He still wanted me to go to the Lakes with him. I told him I felt the same, but there was no way I could move. But most of the time we were just having a laugh, like we used to.
We stopped for a coffee and we were holding hands and skipping through the service station, and laughing and being stupid, the way we always used to be. In the newsagents he suddenly held me to him and said, 'can I kiss you?' Well, of course I said yes.
He makes my knees go weak, just with a kiss. In the car he was asking about the 19 year old again, and I was saying that what I'd told him the week before was true, that I couldn't be with anyone else yet, because kissing someone other than him felt wrong.
When we got back here, we went out for a drink, and again it was just like when we first got together. And this is where it gets a bit mental. We went for a walk in the churchayard, and ended up having sex in a clearing within the bushes next to the Peace Garden. Then we walked home with twigs in our hair and dirt on our clothes.
When we got home, we spent the rest of the evening making love and talking, until 5am. He is such a dirty bastard, and we are well suited, because I'm incredibly slutty myself. And here is where the games begin. We are both really into role play, and it's something we are both very good at and take to fair extremes. Lauren is so completely vanilla, and he's already implied she's no great shakes in the sack. I'm not sure it's a good idea to have him back, but I'm damn well gonna try and push her so far into the shadows that he doesn't think about her at all and really, REALLY wishes he was back with me. Sex is my biggest asset and thus my greatest weapon, I think.
The other thing is she is a bit of a stalker, I think. He wasn't answering his phone Wednesday night, and she phoned at least twenty times before he decided to turn it off. Hmmmm. I know my boy, and he won't be liking that.
So far, so good. By the time we went to sleep on Thursady morning, he was saying it was the best sex he'd ever had in his life, and he would remember it forever. Then of course he was telling me how much he loved me.
We woke up entwined because he'd been following me around the bed while we slept, like he used to before all the crap started. Project Banish Lauren was off to a good start.
