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you do, don’t laugh.”
    “Then in that case, it’s the most
awesome, most romantic and the most dumbass thing anyone has ever done for me. Oh
wow, I can’t believe thatI’m actually
going to Australia; and with my favourite person in the world.”
    He stares at me, stony-faced.
“Hey, I thought I’d warned that bastard to keep away from you.”
    I lie down
beside him and smother his face in kisses. “I mean you , you silly fool,
thank-you, thank-you, thank-you. I’m sorry for being such a cow yesterday, I
don’t deserve you.”
    I pray he
cannot hear the perplexing guilt etched in my words. A look of concern appears
on his face.
    “You’ve no
need to apologise,” he stresses, tucking my tangled hair behind my ear. “I
promise from now on that whatever doesn’t make you happy, I will fix.” His
voice is quiet and heart-rending, and he kisses me tenderly.
    My joy is
interrupted by the guilt of my imagined indiscretion, compounded by the fact
that Ethan is so bloody perfect. I’m not even sure how to articulate what has
just occurred.
    If one
falsely believes they have been unfaithful, is it still classed as infidelity?
    However, as I contemplate whether
I should reveal my secret to anyone, I recall a friend once advising another:
    ‘Confession may be good for
the soul, but it's often bad for the reputation.’
    So I
promptly dismiss the conundrum. That’s one for the philosophers, rather like
Descartes’s ‘if a tree falls down in a forest…’enigma.
    My shock dissipates and I feel
revived, like a phoenix from the flames. I realise our passion had never really
disappeared, just mislaid in the humdrum. His impassioned eyes give me the
comfort I’ve needed for so long, and I realise that we are just like any other
couple, bumbling through love’s ups and downs and sometimes being lucky enough
to meet in the middle.
    I leap up with a newly-found
vitality and straddle his abs. I notice a pair of jeans airing over the trouser
press, a familiar pair of jeans…aha, it’s the red chino’s making their second
appearance. “Why on earth are they damp?”
    “Uh…when your head was on my lap
in the taxi last night…”
    “Yes.”
    “Well, you
kinda threw up so I had to rinse them out.” Then in anticipation of my horror, he
quickly adds, “I never liked them anyway.”
    I bury my
head in my hands. I may, one day, be able to recall this night and smile
nostalgically. Although, not right now. Luckily for me, materialthings hold no value for Ethan, especially
when that material is covered in regurgitated cocktails .
    “Pru, you were very entertaining,
it was like watching a sexy Bambi learning to walk. Now come out from behind
there. I’m missing that beautiful face.”
    He always knows how to make me
feel wonderful, no matter what I do or say.
    “You know
for a moment earlier on, you seemed surprised to see me,” Ethan comments
casually, rubbing non-existent grit out of his eye; a displacement gesture I
believe it’s called in ‘body language’ terms.
    Oh God,
Oh God, he knows....For Christ’s sake Pru, speak…say anything! I can’t
understand why I can’t just lie to him. It’s like I’m a child all over again
with my kindly father drawing out the truth from me. I could never lie to him
either when he looked me in the face so sweetly. The second’s pause seems to
last for hours as Ethan waits for reassurance, his baby blue’s yearning for me
to erase his doubt. When he recognises that I’m struggling, he jumps in to
rescue me, reminding me of my big brother heroically taking the blame when I
crayoned over the walls as a mischievous 4 year old.
    “But then I
realised how ridiculous that was because you called out my name this morning to
wake me up.” He smiles at me, looking more than satisfied with his own explanation
for my actions, but I know he suspects something. He knows I know too.
    I battle to
suppress a sigh of relief. Ethan’s swift settlement of what could have been a
very