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Authors: Patricia Puddle
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“Only for you, Eloise.”
I stare up at him. “Promise?”
Smiling, he pulls away from me and dashes out of the bedroom. “Lock the back door after me,” he hollers from the hallway.
I jump off the bed and pad down the hall to the sunroom. Lock it? I feel like locking him out for the night. I slam the door and turn the key. Why does he have to tease me? I never know where I stand with him. I peek out the curtains and watch as he loads logs into a bucket. Why didn't he say promise? I pout. He knew I was going to ask him to make love to me. He's not deaf. The big tease didn't say anything back though. I scowl. I bet he's still wondering if he has a wife or girlfriend. I hope not because he said I made him fall for me. Well, I don’t want to make him fall for me. What sort of love is that? I want him to love me unconditionally like I love him. It’s a good job I didn’t have sex with him. And I won’t until he says those words and means them. Boys are weird sometimes. I don’t think I’ll ever understand them.
Heading back to my room, I grab my iPad and take it to the kitchen. After placing it carefully on the bench, I click on my favourite playlist to distract me from thinking about Seal.
The first song that comes on is ‘ Shut Up and Kiss Me’ by Reece Mastin, which makes me even more frustrated. Darn it, I’m a glutton for punishment ’cause I can’t help singing along to the lyrics as I prepare dinner.
I dish the food onto two plates and place them in the oven to keep warm. Now to set the table. After throwing a lace tablecloth over the dining table, I place some candles in the middle and set out the cutlery and two crystal glasses. Perfect. Tapping my lips, I wonder if I should go into the cellar and grab a bottle of Dad's wine. I giggle. Maybe that's not a good idea, not with my teenage head going crazy already, and who knows what Seal would do. We’re both bad enough sober. Instead, I pour chilled sparkling cranberry juice into two crystal glasses. I smile. All I need now is for Seal to come in.
But where is he? I march to the sunroom and look out the window. I can't see him, but a flash of lightning illuminates the garden, making me jum p and reminding me that Seal and I were struck by a surge on the beach this morning. I remember the pain and how it knocked me unconscious. Jeez, what if Seal gets hit again. I shiver at the thought and run to the living room at the front of the house.
As I peer into the garden, a loud thunderclap rumbles above the house, rattling the windows again, but I can't see Seal anywhere. My stomach turns. What if he's left me because I asked him to make a promise? Holy crap. No! I dash into my bedroom and stare outside. Though it's dark and starting to rain, I can just make out a figure under the large gum tree. Surely it must be Seal. It has to be him. No one else could look that good in jeans. But why is he standing in the rain? There's plenty of chopped wood in the shed, and if he doesn't come in soon, he'll get wet, or worse. He could get struck by lightning again. I open the window and lean out to call him, then I freeze. He's pounding his fists on the trunk of the tree and yelling up at the sky. Oh, God, please don't tell me he's got his memory back and found out he's married? My world falls from under me and I hold my face with dread.
A blaze of lightning hits the tree and opens up the sky. My eyes pop wide open, then I blink. Did I just see a silhouette of a man up in th e clouds? I look again, but he’s not there. As a tremendous thunderbolt cracks above the shed, my eyes dart back to Seal. Holy cow . He's on his knees with his head in his hands, and he looks distressed. My heart sinks and I hold my chest. What's wrong with him? I want to go outside and comfort him, but I can't move my arms and legs. I seem to be paralysed, and when I open my mouth to call his name, no sound comes out. What on earth is happening?
All I can do is watch things unfold like a
I stare up at him. “Promise?”
Smiling, he pulls away from me and dashes out of the bedroom. “Lock the back door after me,” he hollers from the hallway.
I jump off the bed and pad down the hall to the sunroom. Lock it? I feel like locking him out for the night. I slam the door and turn the key. Why does he have to tease me? I never know where I stand with him. I peek out the curtains and watch as he loads logs into a bucket. Why didn't he say promise? I pout. He knew I was going to ask him to make love to me. He's not deaf. The big tease didn't say anything back though. I scowl. I bet he's still wondering if he has a wife or girlfriend. I hope not because he said I made him fall for me. Well, I don’t want to make him fall for me. What sort of love is that? I want him to love me unconditionally like I love him. It’s a good job I didn’t have sex with him. And I won’t until he says those words and means them. Boys are weird sometimes. I don’t think I’ll ever understand them.
Heading back to my room, I grab my iPad and take it to the kitchen. After placing it carefully on the bench, I click on my favourite playlist to distract me from thinking about Seal.
The first song that comes on is ‘ Shut Up and Kiss Me’ by Reece Mastin, which makes me even more frustrated. Darn it, I’m a glutton for punishment ’cause I can’t help singing along to the lyrics as I prepare dinner.
I dish the food onto two plates and place them in the oven to keep warm. Now to set the table. After throwing a lace tablecloth over the dining table, I place some candles in the middle and set out the cutlery and two crystal glasses. Perfect. Tapping my lips, I wonder if I should go into the cellar and grab a bottle of Dad's wine. I giggle. Maybe that's not a good idea, not with my teenage head going crazy already, and who knows what Seal would do. We’re both bad enough sober. Instead, I pour chilled sparkling cranberry juice into two crystal glasses. I smile. All I need now is for Seal to come in.
But where is he? I march to the sunroom and look out the window. I can't see him, but a flash of lightning illuminates the garden, making me jum p and reminding me that Seal and I were struck by a surge on the beach this morning. I remember the pain and how it knocked me unconscious. Jeez, what if Seal gets hit again. I shiver at the thought and run to the living room at the front of the house.
As I peer into the garden, a loud thunderclap rumbles above the house, rattling the windows again, but I can't see Seal anywhere. My stomach turns. What if he's left me because I asked him to make a promise? Holy crap. No! I dash into my bedroom and stare outside. Though it's dark and starting to rain, I can just make out a figure under the large gum tree. Surely it must be Seal. It has to be him. No one else could look that good in jeans. But why is he standing in the rain? There's plenty of chopped wood in the shed, and if he doesn't come in soon, he'll get wet, or worse. He could get struck by lightning again. I open the window and lean out to call him, then I freeze. He's pounding his fists on the trunk of the tree and yelling up at the sky. Oh, God, please don't tell me he's got his memory back and found out he's married? My world falls from under me and I hold my face with dread.
A blaze of lightning hits the tree and opens up the sky. My eyes pop wide open, then I blink. Did I just see a silhouette of a man up in th e clouds? I look again, but he’s not there. As a tremendous thunderbolt cracks above the shed, my eyes dart back to Seal. Holy cow . He's on his knees with his head in his hands, and he looks distressed. My heart sinks and I hold my chest. What's wrong with him? I want to go outside and comfort him, but I can't move my arms and legs. I seem to be paralysed, and when I open my mouth to call his name, no sound comes out. What on earth is happening?
All I can do is watch things unfold like a
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