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I’ve also got a damper I made up and I just have to place it on the fire for about twenty minutes when I return and we will have fresh, hot bread to eat with our casserole.
Arriving back at the Retreat, I put the bottle of wine in my fridge and then make my way over to the fire to check the food. I can smell it as I get closer and my mouth waters. The scent of vegetables, chicken and stock fills the air.
I lift the heavy lid of the cast iron pot. Steam billows out. Taking a fork, I test the vegetables and see they are tender, so I decide to pull the pot off the coals completely and cook the damper.
Heading inside, I shower and change before applying a little bit of lip gloss and a sweep of mascara. I pull on my boots and pour myself a glass of wine before heading back out to take the damper off the heat, just as Kye arrives.
“Good timing.” I smile.
“Could smell the food a mile away, thought it must be dinnertime.” I laugh at his joke and take him in. He’s wearing a pair of tattered black jeans with black cowboy boots and a tight, white tee that shows of his generous forearms.
Damn, why must he always look so good?
He’s fresh shaven, too, and his hair is still damp from his shower.
Suddenly I’m picturing him naked…and wet.
“Would you like a drink?” I croak.
He nods. “I’ll get it. You need a refill?”
“I’m good,” I say, shaking my head, partially to answer his question but mostly to clear my perverted thoughts. “Uh, in the fridge, inside. There’s drinks, uh, water, wine, some soft drink,” I stumble and ramble.
God, I’m making a right fool of myself. Calm the fuck down.
He gives me a knowing grin and turns to walk inside. With his back to me, I quickly wipe off the beads of sweat forming on my forehead, and then busy myself checking the damper.
Kye returns a few minutes later with a Diet Coke and comes up beside me.
“What are you making me?”
“I hope you like chicken.” I grimace, kicking myself for not asking beforehand.
“I’ll eat anything,” he assures me.
“Good. In that case it’s a chicken dish with fresh damper.”
“Sound good, smells even better.”
I dish up our food and we decide to sit outside since it is a nice night.
“Tell me something about you that no one else would know,” he says, mopping up the sauce from his dinner with a chunk of bread.
“Okay,” I draw out the word while thinking.
“I’ve always been an insecure person, and I previously used to try to overcome that in the wrong ways. I used to believe putting others down, being a bitch and the attention of guys would make me feel what I was lacking. Needless to say, it took me a long time to learn I was wrong.”
“But you learned in the end.”
“I did.”
“That’s the main thing, then,” he says.
“Your turn.” I nudge him with my shoulder.
He thinks for a moment, staring at the grass. Then he closes his eyes and reopens them before speaking.
“When I was a kid, all I wanted to do was play football. I spent every spare hour practicing passing and tackling with my mates, and when they couldn’t join me, I practiced my kicking technique by myself. I couldn’t wait to grow up and live the awesome lifestyle the footy players I obsessed over on television lived. I imagined the adrenalin rush they got when they played a match in front of thousands of screaming fans. I collected all the memorabilia I could find and I conned my parents to take me to matches for my birthday and Christmas presents.
“When I finally got signed by the Raiders and started playing first grade, I got so caught up in living the lifestyle I had dreamed of, I didn’t realise I wasn’t happy anymore. Until I came here. Until I met you. That’s when I realised what it feels like to be really happy.”
Oh my god!
My heart literally stutters in my chest. Tears spring to my eyes as I try to control my emotions. That is by far the
Arriving back at the Retreat, I put the bottle of wine in my fridge and then make my way over to the fire to check the food. I can smell it as I get closer and my mouth waters. The scent of vegetables, chicken and stock fills the air.
I lift the heavy lid of the cast iron pot. Steam billows out. Taking a fork, I test the vegetables and see they are tender, so I decide to pull the pot off the coals completely and cook the damper.
Heading inside, I shower and change before applying a little bit of lip gloss and a sweep of mascara. I pull on my boots and pour myself a glass of wine before heading back out to take the damper off the heat, just as Kye arrives.
“Good timing.” I smile.
“Could smell the food a mile away, thought it must be dinnertime.” I laugh at his joke and take him in. He’s wearing a pair of tattered black jeans with black cowboy boots and a tight, white tee that shows of his generous forearms.
Damn, why must he always look so good?
He’s fresh shaven, too, and his hair is still damp from his shower.
Suddenly I’m picturing him naked…and wet.
“Would you like a drink?” I croak.
He nods. “I’ll get it. You need a refill?”
“I’m good,” I say, shaking my head, partially to answer his question but mostly to clear my perverted thoughts. “Uh, in the fridge, inside. There’s drinks, uh, water, wine, some soft drink,” I stumble and ramble.
God, I’m making a right fool of myself. Calm the fuck down.
He gives me a knowing grin and turns to walk inside. With his back to me, I quickly wipe off the beads of sweat forming on my forehead, and then busy myself checking the damper.
Kye returns a few minutes later with a Diet Coke and comes up beside me.
“What are you making me?”
“I hope you like chicken.” I grimace, kicking myself for not asking beforehand.
“I’ll eat anything,” he assures me.
“Good. In that case it’s a chicken dish with fresh damper.”
“Sound good, smells even better.”
I dish up our food and we decide to sit outside since it is a nice night.
“Tell me something about you that no one else would know,” he says, mopping up the sauce from his dinner with a chunk of bread.
“Okay,” I draw out the word while thinking.
“I’ve always been an insecure person, and I previously used to try to overcome that in the wrong ways. I used to believe putting others down, being a bitch and the attention of guys would make me feel what I was lacking. Needless to say, it took me a long time to learn I was wrong.”
“But you learned in the end.”
“I did.”
“That’s the main thing, then,” he says.
“Your turn.” I nudge him with my shoulder.
He thinks for a moment, staring at the grass. Then he closes his eyes and reopens them before speaking.
“When I was a kid, all I wanted to do was play football. I spent every spare hour practicing passing and tackling with my mates, and when they couldn’t join me, I practiced my kicking technique by myself. I couldn’t wait to grow up and live the awesome lifestyle the footy players I obsessed over on television lived. I imagined the adrenalin rush they got when they played a match in front of thousands of screaming fans. I collected all the memorabilia I could find and I conned my parents to take me to matches for my birthday and Christmas presents.
“When I finally got signed by the Raiders and started playing first grade, I got so caught up in living the lifestyle I had dreamed of, I didn’t realise I wasn’t happy anymore. Until I came here. Until I met you. That’s when I realised what it feels like to be really happy.”
Oh my god!
My heart literally stutters in my chest. Tears spring to my eyes as I try to control my emotions. That is by far the
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