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a thirsty gulp and
replied, “Mmm, please darlin’, that would be lovely.”
    “I’ll wait
and eat at Suzy’s instead. You know what a domestic goddess she is; even her
starters have three courses.”
    Ethan cupped
my chin affectionately in his hand and smiled in agreement, leaving an
awkwardness still hanging heavy in the air. I walked over to the fridge, unsure
of what to say next. I chewed at the inside of my cheek, deciding that my
bitten cuticles had suffered enough from my recent worries. I was going to bite
the bullet and ask him outright so I placed the bacon under the unlit grill and
as I took out the loaf from the breadbin, I opened my mouth, ready to speak. I
hesitated, contemplating how I should start such a climactic conversation.
Ethan seemed to sense my intentions and diffused the mood by digging deep into
his back pocket and presented me with a small velvet box.
    “I saw these
in a boutique and they were begging to be worn by you.”
    My mouth was still open as I
placed down the loaf on the side. My eyes widened as I opened the box to see a
pair of vintage rhinestone earrings twinkling in splendour. He knew that I
loved anything and everything in 50’s retro.
    I stared up
at Ethan and notice his face had softened and his brow less furrowed.
    “Oh Ethe, they’re adorable, just
like you.”
    I uttered a
little squeak and then I flung my arms around his neck.
    “You know, these gifts can never
replace your kisses, but it’s still lovely that you’re thinking of me when
we’re apart,” I said appreciatively, passing them back to him to place in my
ears. I practically drooled as his hands reached up to graze my cheek. It
almost felt like he was touching me for the very first time.
    “You enhance their sparkle a
million times over,” whispered Ethan sweetly and stepped back as if to inspect
me.
    I felt more content than I had
done in a very long time and I recognised a new cheer in my voice. “So, what
are your plans for Jonah’s stag-night tonight? Please don’t hand-cuff him to a
lamp-post; that would just be cruel.”
    “Are you kidding me, Jonah’s bringing the hand-cuffs. He wants us dressed in pilot gear, ‘Top Gun’ style, with the
aviator sunglasses and all. You know, I’ve always been a bit suspicious about
Jonah’s obsession with Tom Cruise and musicals.”
    “Meaning what exactly?” I asked,
uncertain if my understanding of his comment was right.
    “Put it this
way, he’ll try to catch the bride’s bouquet at his own wedding, and start a
catfight if he doesn’t.”
    I laughed at
the possible seed of truth in Ethan’s supposition. I got on famously with Jonah
and I suddenly reviewed our conversations on pop music, fashion and interior
design with a different perspective.
    “Oh my God, you could be right.
He’s only known Helga for six months hasn’t he. Are you saying it’s a marriage
of convenience then?”
    “Trust me
Pru, there’ll be nothing convenient about living with ‘Helga the Horrible.’
Even her old man will be sprinting down the aisle to give her away.”
    I smirk as I
gain a whole new respect, and pity, for Jonah.
    “Anyway, all I know is that we’re
all meeting at the Champagne Bar and then ending up at Libertines
Strip Club .
    “Hmm, interesting, so it’ll be a
night of naval men gawping at ladies’ navels then,” I said with speculation.
    He chuckled at my incisive
observation. “Don’t include me in that…. or Jonah for that matter. I only have
eyes for you. How about I keep the ray-bans on all night and that way I’ll
hardly see anything?”
    I giggled and pushed my hands up
his t-shirt and around his waist. “I like that idea,” I replied, nodding
eagerly.
    He smirked, his eyes glinting
with mischief. “Although, that does mean I’ll have to feel my way around
instead.”
    I tightened
my grip, kissed him hard on the mouth and smiled at his boyish cheek. “Nice try
Lieutenant but I’ll have you court-martialled for any bad