‘I know, you too. I won’t leave it so long next time.’
‘Don’t let that be the only thing you start doing again, Becks is part of you too. I saw her tonight, just for a second. I saw you when Luke went for Robbie. You care about the guy.’
‘Do I, hell!’
‘Luke, idiot. You care about Luke.’ Mina shouted something in Mandarin to someone in the background, a deep sigh escaping her lips. ‘Listen, someone should be getting some. Go get some for both of us.’ The phone clicked off as she started to shout at someone again, and Rebecca took everything upstairs.
The radio was off now, and she could see that he’d lit the candles in her lounge. He’d put a new sheet on the sofa, and set the wine out. On the table was an envelope. He’d got changed too. He was barefoot now, his glasses back on. Wearing a pair of cream sweats, he was shirtless.
Holy moly. He looked up as she entered, getting up automatically to take her plates from her.
‘These look amazing.’
She watched him pick one and take a bite. ‘Hans made them, good, eh? I learned from the best.’ He swallowed his mouthful.
‘I think I like your buns better though.’ The atmosphere changed again, and she realised that she was still standing there in her dress.
‘I bet you tell all the girls that. Why don’t you pick a movie, and I’ll go get changed?’
Closing her bedroom door behind her, she grabbed some clothes, chucking her outfit in her laundry hamper and grabbing a towel and some fresh loungewear she’d picked up in town. Another little thing she’d changed thanks to Luke. Raggy old yoga pants with holes in just didn’t cut it for nightcap time.
When she was freshly showered, she walked into the lounge to find him watching John Wick under a blanket. He lifted the blanket up for her, and she went to sit next to him. He smushed it around them both, putting his arm up for her to slide under. She did it, resting her head on his chest. He reached forward, taking her with him and picked up two full glasses of wine.
‘What’s wrong with Keanu?’ She took the wine, taking a deep sip.
‘His wife died, and then someone killed his dog.’
‘So that’s why he’s mad?’
Luke thought for a moment. ‘Essentially yes. It’s awesome though, Reeves is the best.’ She looked up at him, his glasses reflecting gun fire from the screen.
‘Christopher Reeves?’ He rolled his eyes, and she turned back to the screen chuckling.
‘Ha ha, Clark Kent. Yes, yes. I’ve heard that before.’ He huffed. ‘Dean Cain ruined my sex life in high school, and then bloody Tom Welling came in with his sodding underpants over his trousers.’
‘Aww, you poor thing.’ She watched Keanu take out a room full of bad guys, making enough time to run his hand through his floppy hair. ‘I always thought Clark Kent was a bit of a cutie myself. The best part of Superman.’
She could feel him smile, and his hand started to rub her shoulder.
‘I never thought of it that way before.’ He turned to her, and she felt his breath on her cheek. ‘I’d give anything for his X-ray vision right now.’
‘Cheesy.’
‘I know, but it’s funny.’
They both put their glasses down, kissing each other slowly.
‘Perv.’
He laughed, before kissing her again, his hands moving to her sides.
She shuffled underneath him as he moved over her, their legs and arms ending up wrapped around each other as they lay down on the sofa together.
‘Ow! My hair!’ He’d pinned a chunk of her black hair to the sofa with his elbow.
‘Oops, my bad. These aren’t the new sheets, are they?’ he checked, suddenly nervous again. She took his glasses off, putting them on the coffee table and taking his face in her hands.
‘No, they’re in my bedroom, with the new bin.’
‘Ooo, someone’s in a hurry.’
She laughed, but it was a little hollow. The truth was, her bottle was going. If she didn’t do this now, she’d think about all her sca—
don’tthinkaboutitdon’tthinkaboutit—
‘No, I just wanted to show you what a urine free bedroom looks like.’
He grinned, and she pulled him to her again.
‘Stop talking, and take me to bed, Luke.’
He jumped to his feet, surprisingly nimble for him. Scooping her into his arms, he flipped her over his shoulder.
‘Grab the wine, woman.’
She did as she was told for once, grabbing the bottle and squealing as he carried her off to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him as he went.
Chapter 7
‘Well, that must have been some burger!’
Rebecca was dreaming of Hans. In her sleep. His annoying voice was talking away to her, and she cursed her brain for making her think of her hairy friend when she’d just spent the most interesting and exciting night of her life since the accident.
‘Shut up Hans,’ she heard a voice say, and she felt herself nodding. Good, glad someone said it.
‘Yeah! Shut up Hans,’ she shouted out groggily, her eyes still firmly shut. ‘So loud.’
Her brain finally caught up. That, and she was pretty sure that a naked man was rubbed up against her. Last night came screaming back. And the fact that Luke was still in her bed.
‘Hans! Shit!’
Rebecca sprang up then, covering her bits as she realised that Hans was there, looking like Ned Flanders in skiwear, open-mouthed and laughing at the fact that she was naked, in bed with Luke.
‘Hans!’
‘Hans!’ Rebecca and Luke spoke together again, high-pitched with indignation. They flashed each other a horrified look.
‘How the holy hell did you get in?’
‘Why are you in my room?’
Hans held up his hands.
‘Hey, I came to pick up Luke for his first lesson. The door was unlocked, I shouted to you both. I was worried you’d murdered each other.’ He smirked then, his moustache bristling with mirth. ‘Evidently, you made friends. How lovely.’
He ducked as Rebecca threw a heel at him, but he didn’t dodge the nut-crushing throw of Luke’s shoe. He crumpled
