out there.” I said, winking. “A hand here would be great.” I picked up the beer meant for me. “Except to do this properly, I’ll have to wait until later for this. I need to concentrate. I don’t cook very well when I’m drunk.”
“Okay, I’ll do the same then.” He put the beers back in the fridge and pulled a face as he took the decidedly un-turkey shaped meat out of the box. “I think we got the good one last night.“
***
When dinner was over, Kate leaned back and patted her frustratingly still flat stomach. “That was sensational. You should cook like that more often, Abby.” She looked slyly from Scott to me. “You two make a good team.”
“Thanks.” I ignored her teasing and started clearing the table.
“Just leave it stacked in the kitchen. Kate and I will wash up in the morning.” Nathan put his arm around his now-girlfriend.
As I stacked the dishes in the sink, I felt Scott’s hands move aroun d my waist and his soft lips on my neck. “Dinner was beautiful. That’s gonna make my spag bol look pretty amateur.”
“You helped.” I spun around and kissed his mouth. “It wouldn’t have been the same if it was just me.”
“We’re going to hop in the spa,” Kate yelled out from the dining table.
“Young love, hey,” Scott mused. “Did you hear about those two? Making it official?”
“Yeah, good on them,” I said casually, letting myself out of Scott ’s embrace and putting on the kettle. “Coffee?”
He pushed me gently towards the living room. “I’ll do the coffee. You sit and relax.”
“Mmm, I could get used to this.” I stretched out on the couch and picked up my book, which I had spent most of the day lazily reading . Muffled giggles drifted from the downstairs bathroom before they were drowned out by the water jets. Lucky them, I thought again, discreetly studying Scott’s muscular arms as he placed the cups on the table in front of me. I wondered how much longer I would be feeling those arm s around me, and more uncomfortably, how many other women they might have been wrapped around recently. I wasn’t sure I fully believed what he had said the night before.
“You’re not planning on reading all night, are you?” He looked at my well-thumbed paperback, which I hastily put aside. “Can you remember what we were talking about last night?
“I can remember the spa, but not a lot since we were smoking.”
We heard giggles from the bathroom again. “Think it’s serious?” He nodded towards the noise.
I shrugged. “Who knows? By all accounts they’re as hopeless as each other,” I sounded blasé, but their announcement had now changed the tone of the weekend and made me feel a little uneasy, like we were intruding on their romantic getaway. Inconsiderate bastards.
Scott walked to the window and switched on the outside light. “Hey, it’s snowing. Finish up and get your coat on.”
***
“Why are we out here again?” I held out my gloved hands and, by the lamplight, watched the flakes melt on the leather.
“Something different for this time of night.” Scott started rolling up a large ball of snow.
“You don’t say.” I picked up my own ball and rolled it on the ground . “Your creativity kicks in at odd times.” I gazed wistfully through the window at the roaring fire, wishing I was there, hardly believing we were out in the cold, late in the evening, making snow sculptures. “Shouldn’t you be inside with your guitar, channelling Kurt Cobain or something ?” He didn’t answer so I stacked a second ball of snow on top of my first , then noticed my snowman didn’t have the more common, rounded build; it had taken on a cylindrical shape. Scott hummed to himself as he moulded a pair of enormous breasts onto his snow woman. “Do you feel a bit like we’re intruding now?” I asked, wondering whether to leave my cylinder as was or round it out.
“Do you mean with Nathan and Kate?”
“Yeah,” I had a sudden idea and began
“Okay, I’ll do the same then.” He put the beers back in the fridge and pulled a face as he took the decidedly un-turkey shaped meat out of the box. “I think we got the good one last night.“
***
When dinner was over, Kate leaned back and patted her frustratingly still flat stomach. “That was sensational. You should cook like that more often, Abby.” She looked slyly from Scott to me. “You two make a good team.”
“Thanks.” I ignored her teasing and started clearing the table.
“Just leave it stacked in the kitchen. Kate and I will wash up in the morning.” Nathan put his arm around his now-girlfriend.
As I stacked the dishes in the sink, I felt Scott’s hands move aroun d my waist and his soft lips on my neck. “Dinner was beautiful. That’s gonna make my spag bol look pretty amateur.”
“You helped.” I spun around and kissed his mouth. “It wouldn’t have been the same if it was just me.”
“We’re going to hop in the spa,” Kate yelled out from the dining table.
“Young love, hey,” Scott mused. “Did you hear about those two? Making it official?”
“Yeah, good on them,” I said casually, letting myself out of Scott ’s embrace and putting on the kettle. “Coffee?”
He pushed me gently towards the living room. “I’ll do the coffee. You sit and relax.”
“Mmm, I could get used to this.” I stretched out on the couch and picked up my book, which I had spent most of the day lazily reading . Muffled giggles drifted from the downstairs bathroom before they were drowned out by the water jets. Lucky them, I thought again, discreetly studying Scott’s muscular arms as he placed the cups on the table in front of me. I wondered how much longer I would be feeling those arm s around me, and more uncomfortably, how many other women they might have been wrapped around recently. I wasn’t sure I fully believed what he had said the night before.
“You’re not planning on reading all night, are you?” He looked at my well-thumbed paperback, which I hastily put aside. “Can you remember what we were talking about last night?
“I can remember the spa, but not a lot since we were smoking.”
We heard giggles from the bathroom again. “Think it’s serious?” He nodded towards the noise.
I shrugged. “Who knows? By all accounts they’re as hopeless as each other,” I sounded blasé, but their announcement had now changed the tone of the weekend and made me feel a little uneasy, like we were intruding on their romantic getaway. Inconsiderate bastards.
Scott walked to the window and switched on the outside light. “Hey, it’s snowing. Finish up and get your coat on.”
***
“Why are we out here again?” I held out my gloved hands and, by the lamplight, watched the flakes melt on the leather.
“Something different for this time of night.” Scott started rolling up a large ball of snow.
“You don’t say.” I picked up my own ball and rolled it on the ground . “Your creativity kicks in at odd times.” I gazed wistfully through the window at the roaring fire, wishing I was there, hardly believing we were out in the cold, late in the evening, making snow sculptures. “Shouldn’t you be inside with your guitar, channelling Kurt Cobain or something ?” He didn’t answer so I stacked a second ball of snow on top of my first , then noticed my snowman didn’t have the more common, rounded build; it had taken on a cylindrical shape. Scott hummed to himself as he moulded a pair of enormous breasts onto his snow woman. “Do you feel a bit like we’re intruding now?” I asked, wondering whether to leave my cylinder as was or round it out.
“Do you mean with Nathan and Kate?”
“Yeah,” I had a sudden idea and began
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