“What would you like to eat?” he whispered, his breath fanning her ear.
How can food be on his mind? “What do you have?”
“I’ve got chicken, some small chops, cakes, biscuits … I brought a salad too. We can make do, right?”
Her legs quivered in his tight grip. Food was the last thing on her mind but she forced herself to reply, “Sure.”
He studied her face, staring at her lips. He came closer. Oh for God’s sake! Kiss me! Instead, he looked away, got out of the pool and helped her out. He’s teasing me. Her clothes clung to her body. He paid a little more attention to her before looking away with pursed lips.
“Thanks.” She caught the towel he tossed at her and dried herself.
“It feels big and lonely when I come here on my own. Thank you for being here.” He held her hands and kissed her fingers. She went back into the house to change into dry clothes. Adnan disappeared into the kitchen.
In the kitchen he placed a paper bag of food in the microwave. She rushed to the room, stripped and then put on a short paisley chiffon dress. The smell of fried chicken wafting through the house made her tummy growl. Her appetite had returned now that she was dry and alone for a few seconds. When she returned to the patio, he had already set a table for dinner. There was a bottle of wine and two glasses standing between their two plates of food. He was still in his wet shorts.
He nodded. “You are beautiful.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” she said, grinning.
“Shall we?” They sat back on the lounge chairs, and stretched their legs. They talked, ate and drank the wine until they had finished the bottle. Then he got up and moved his chair closer to her so that it was easier to pull her into the crook of his arm. They just lay there for what seemed like ages, silent, her heart racing at the uncertainty of what the rest of the night held … She spotted an oil stain on her dress and tried to wipe it.
“It’s chiffon,” he said, touching it, fingering the fabric.
“The mark will wash out.”
“You asked me to tell you something you didn’t know.” He looked at her, swishing around the drink in the box. “We’ve got just one bedroom in here.”
She looked into his alluring eyes. “I know that too.” A smile danced on her lips.
He smiled too, nodding his head. “Would you like to share?”
“Really?” She pretended to be shocked. “What happened to sleeping on sofas?”
“Isn’t it a blessing we don’t have any sofas here. I refuse to sleep on one of these evil cane chairs.”
“We’ll see.” She got up and began to pack away the uneaten food and clear the dishes.
“Please don’t worry, I’ve got it.” He took the plates out of her hands.
“Alright, I’ll get the glasses.”
He knew she was trying to keep her hands from shaking as they had been back in the pool. How beautiful she looked without make-up on her face. He had wanted to kiss her so badly there but he didn’t want to rush things. She glanced at him as she took the wine glasses inside and he got up to go in. She came out again and walked past him to pick up the empty bottle of wine when he took her hand. He was making tiny circles on the back of her hand. He smiled.
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