‘I’m tired. Shall we go to bed now?’
‘You’re always tired, love.’
‘I know, but the worrying makes me so tired I get sick.’
‘You worry far too much. Chill out, it’s all going to be fine.
‘Please, honey. My eyes are literally drooping shut. I might never be able to open them again, you know?’
‘Really?’
‘Really.’
‘You do have beautiful eyes.’
‘Are they your favourite feature of mine?’
‘One of many.’
‘Stop changing the subject. Bed.’
‘Ooh. Miss dominant. Let’s wait here a little bit longer.’
‘Oh, ok then.’
Darren poured the remainder of the wine equally into each glass and spoke with such charm in his voice and that same smirk on his face that Lisa had fallen for three months ago when they locked eyes on each other in the office. Nobody noticed at the time except the two of them who spent the best part of a week staring into each other’s desk space before acknowledging their admiration and suggesting meeting outside of work.
Lisa found it incredibly difficult to disagree with anything he said so she simply went along with it all, as naughty as she felt. They would sit in the seediest spots, but it all seemed fine because she was with him and he was with her.
They rarely spoke much when in these places, they just sat and enjoyed each other’s energy pressing so closely onto their skin that it remained with them when they were apart. This could be for the next few hours, the next few days or once it was a whole week but the energy impression remained on their frame throughout the time, so it felt as though they were never truly separated.
Lisa hadn’t had many lovers in her time and certainly nobody that she loved quite in the same way as Darren. It was a different kind of love altogether. A love that grabbed her by both hands and would never let her go, she knew that. The sort that would simultaneously get you in to trouble, whilst keeping you out of it as well. It was like a friend who was a bad influence, one you knew should be ditched but you also knew your life would be significantly worse off without it.
