Resolution (Saviour #2)(29)
“Go and wait for me on the bed.”
Oh….My….God... My brain swims with desire as I take a few seconds to react to his words.
I go straight to our bedroom, clean my teeth, take off my clothes and lay on the bed.
CHAPTER 8
The sensation comes up from my toes and I’m instantly awake. I lay perfectly still for a few seconds as I gather my senses and try to work out what’s happening; Gabe is wrapped all around me and as usual making me feel far too hot. The nauseous feeling that woke me up has now gone from a thought in my head to a sensation in my stomach and I have to fight not to heave, my mouth starts to water and I just know I have about thirty seconds to get to the bathroom. I jump out of bed and run for the toilet, trying to ignore the fact that someone is firing a nail gun into my head at half second intervals. Fuck, of all the times Gabe has actually listened to my complaints and put the toilet seat down, it would have to be now…I just make it as I hear him calling out my name from our bed. He would be under no illusion as to what I am doing because when I’m calling for Hughie, the whole street can generally hear me. I empty the contents of my stomach and sit back against the toilet wall. I know Gabe’s behind me, I can feel him, and I look up as he passes me a face cloth with a look of concern on his face.
“You okay?”
Great, stupid question time, “Do I look okay?”
“Well, no sorry, I was just asking, can I get you something, a glass of water, coffee?”
I am a bitch. A complete bitch.
“Just some water please.”
I go to stand up and he grabs me and pulls me to him and I feel instantly guilty and mean and so f*cking hung over. God my head. I press down on it with both my hands and try to stop my brain from moving about inside my skull. Gabe kisses both my hands and my forehead.
“Go and get back in bed, I’ll get you some water and pain killers.”
He walks me back to bed and tucks me in before going off to fetch my water. God, I really need to get my inner bitch under lock and key. I seriously don’t know what is wrong with me. I really don’t deserve him. He comes back and sits on the edge of the bed; I take a few sips of the water but refuse the Panadol in case it makes me sick again.
“How come you drink beer, bourbon and tequila and wake up fine, I stick to wine and wake feeling like shit?”
I slide back down into the bed as Gabe climbs in beside me and pulls my back to his chest, kissing into my hair, making me breathe deeply and squeeze my legs tightly together. Even feeling like death he has an effect on me. I wiggle back and push my bum into his erection, which I just knew would be right there waiting for me.
“Because,” He replies.
I had actually forgotten I had asked a question as my brain went off on a tangent thinking about how much time was needed for my recovery before I would be capable of sex this morning. One hour, two, I don’t want to wait at all, I want him now but I need to get back up and clean my teeth.
“I am a true blue Aussie bloke who can hold his liquor. Whereas you are just a POM.”
“Get f*cked, I am not a POM. The POMS are who we sent here to build up this country and make it the great place it is to live in now. Just remember what language you speak and whose head is on all your money.”
“Well you’re obviously feeling better, you light weight, and can I get some loving now, seeing as you passed out cold on me last night?”
“Shit, did I?”
I actually don’t remember anything after cleaning my teeth and lying on the bed in anticipation of what Gabe had planned for me last night
“Yes you did, I left you five minutes thinking you might wanna dress up for me and when I came in the bedroom, you were curled up on my side of the bed, snoring.”
“I was not snoring,” I probably was, I know I snore, badly, especially when I’ve had a drink.
“Yeah that’s what you always say, so this time I filmed you.”
“You did not?”
He reaches to the bedside table for his phone and plays the video back to me; Sure enough, I’m under the doona on his side of the bed, there is only a lamp on so you can just about make me out as I’m so snuggled down. I actually look quite cute.
Suddenly Gabe’s voice cuts into the film, “This is Lauren, the woman I love with all my heart, and some. Look at her, how beautiful does she look?”
Before he can continue, the loudest of snores comes from me, followed by the sound of Gabe laughing, okay, not so cute! I am sitting up in bed now, with my hand over my mouth, partly to shield him from my vomity morning breath but mostly because I am just trying to hide. How embarrassing.
Gabe’s voice continues on the video, “I have begged this woman to marry me,” another loud snore from me, “Because after all, who wouldn’t want to spend the rest of their life, sleeping with this every night?”
I can hear that Gabe is having trouble not laughing as he speaks on the recording and as I look at him sideways, I can see he can barely contain himself now; he wipes the smile from his face as I glare at him.
On the video I let out another massive snore as Gabe sniggers. “Oh and just to add to the attraction and the main reason I love her so much. She farts all night as well.”
The recording ends with the sounds of my snores and Gabe’s drunken laughter. He’s lying back on the bed and laughing next to me now. I get up and go and clean my teeth and rinse my mouth with mouthwash, I splash my face with water and realise that I actually feel okay now. When I turn back to the bedroom, he’s lying on his front, elbows pushed up with his chin on his hands. I raise my eyebrows and look at him. He looks at me sheepishly and my heart melts and I can’t help but smile.