Squinting through one eye Chardonnay groaned as the sun shone brightly through her bedroom door. Making her way slowly to the edge of the bed she placed her feet on the floor before raising the top half of her body up. After a few gulps of air the world settled enough for her to try and make her way to the bathroom. Arms out stretched like a zombie and holding onto doorposts for support she finally made her way through her apartment with only one thought in mind: bathroom.
Patrick had just finished stepping out of the shower and had just started wrapping a towel around himself when the bathroom door was thrown open. Startled he looked up into eyes that where wide awake and surprised. Awkward much, he thought, as he finished securing the towel low on his hips
“Good morning, Char, feeling any better?” he questioned whilst picking up his clothes that were in a pile by his feet. Upon hearing a sharp intake of breath he looked back to where Chardonnay was standing, hand still closed over the door handle, looking statuesque.
“Since when did you get tatted?” Chardonnay queried staring pointedly at a tattoo located on an un-tanned strip of skin where the top of his boxers would normally cover. “Tua semper? What on earth does that mean? And how come I didn’t know about it?”
“I´ve had it for awhile and nobody that we know knows about it,” he said as he tried to move past her without looking her in the eyes, he hated lying to her but he was not going to tell her that the tat he had done was for her and because of her. “Its Latin,” he finished off praying that she would not ask again what it meant.
Just as she was opening her mouth to carry on questioning him, she was suddenly overwhelmed by lightheadedness and her stomach was starting to organize a revolt. Pushing him out of the bathroom she slammed the door and moved quickly over to the toilet bowl just as the rest of what was left of her dinner started to move upwards making her retch her heart out.
Leaning against the door on the outer side of the bathroom Patrick breathed in a deep breath, saved by the bell or the stomach in this case, he corrected as the sound or retching came through the door. Hopefully Chardonnay would have forgotten about his tattoo when she finished in the bathroom, he really couldn’t tell her that it meant “forever yours” that would lead to a whole new set of questions that he was not in the mood to answer, ever.
Pulling away from the door he let out a sigh as he wondered what it would be like if things were different. Wishing only ever got a man into trouble, he admonished. Better to focus on breakfast which was essential at the moment, the thought accompanied by a roar from his stomach, hoping that she had eggs in the fridge he started pulling on his clothes and making his way to the kitchen.
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