I am so sorry that I have not posted. It has been quite hectic with tests but I am back now and promise to post regularly.
Gill closed the door and then caught Noah before he face planted against the stone floor. He couldn’t help but find the situation amusing. Noah never lost control.
"Why are you so heavy?" He moaned as he tried to support his friend. After they had left the pub, they had found another drinking spot and maybe he should have stopped him from drinking so much but Gill was a firm believer in acting out.
"What is going on?" Georgina was at the foot of the stairs staring down at them, a concerned look on her face, "Is he okay?"
"He’s fine. Go back to bed," Gill said managing to get Noah past her and up the stairs. He heard her follow them into the bedroom.
Gill led Noah to the bed and let him fall onto it. "God," he said as he began to undo his shoes.
"Thanks," Noah mumbled sleepily, "I love you man."
Gill grinned then he and Georgina left the room. "Goodnight," he said waiting for her to go. He stood against the door as if he should guard it from her.
"What happened to you two?" She asked searching his face, "You took off so quickly…"
"Nothing," Gill sighed, "I’ll see you in the morning," Georgina looked at the closed door of Noah’s room, "Go to bed Georgina," Gill looked at her a hard look on his face, "Just let him be for one bloody day, will you? And tomorrow don’t pester him with a million questions, it has nothing to do with you."
"Did I do something?" She asked meekly.
"Look I’m sure I’m not the first person to tell you this, but not everything is about you."
"So you thought it was a good idea to just leave? How do you think that made us feel?"
"I’m sure you mean how do you think that made Dylan feel? He always got a long better with the girls anyway and please don’t make a big deal about this."
Georgina studied him, "You don’t like me very much, do you?"
"Of course, I like you Georgina, we’ve been friends for ages, don’t be silly. Now goodnight," he walked away and she heard the door of his bedroom open and close.
She stood awkwardly in the passage and then very slowly went back to her room and got back into bed. She rested her head against the pillow but she couldn’t fall asleep. She had been waiting up for them to come back home and now that she knew they were alright, she found that the whole evening had ended on an anti-climax. When she had seen them rush out like that, she hadn’t been able to stop herself from going after them. Seeing that look on his face, she had felt an urge to reach out to him and comfort him if she could. Scarlet had led her to believe that everything was fine and the others just wanted to check out another spot. It was typical of Gill and Noah to go off by themselves and truth be told Gill was right, no one else actually cared or thought anything of it. Why did it bother her so much? It was that damned look on his face, she knew it was more than anyone was willing to tell her.
Georgina opened her eyes and blinked. It was morning, a new day. She shifted in bed reaching for her phone and was surprised to see that it was past 9. She was obviously tired from the day before. She stayed still for a while thinking about everything that had happened. It all seemed like a big mess and part of her was embarrassed by what she thought and felt. She had realized this is what they all thought of her. She had seen it in his eyes before, he had walked out of that bar last night. Then there was the growing closeness between her and Dylan. What should she do? Carrying on this way would alienate her from everyone she loved and trusted. Did she really want to be that person who everyone talked about? Would she risk her quiet and peaceful life to be with someone as volatile and unpredictable as Dylan?
There was a knock on her door and Dylan came in with a mug of coffee. She smiled as she took it and watched as he sat on the edge of the bed. "The others decided to go feed the ducks," he said.
"Oh that’s nice," she took a sip of the coffee and closed her eyes, "good coffee."
"You didn’t go?"
"I didn’t want you to be alone."
"I’m used to it."
He grimaced, "I’m sorry I left you behind like that. I was so caught up in what I wanted to do, moving to Australia," he paused, "my mother told me what a difficult time you had."
Georgina was shocked, she should have realized her mother would confide in her friend and that, Dylan’s mother would tell her son. "My mother is prone to exaggeration. Yes of course, I missed you but I was happy for you and I have a good set of friends here."
"Then things are not as bad as I thought they were."
"No, sorry to disappoint," she was a little confused as to where he intended this conversation to go. That time in her life was not something that she liked to remember and talk about. It was wrong that she had been so affected by his leaving and she had realized that she never wanted to feel like that again.
"No, I’m glad that my mother had it wrong."
"Well, even if she was right, it didn’t exactly open the gates of communication."
"Not you too," he groaned, "I am really sorry for not sending an email okay. I had a life to live, a family to take care of."
Georgina took this in, "Yet here you are back home, trying to act as if nothing happened. The least you could do is, be honest and own up to it."
Dylan took a sip of his coffee, "I made a mistake, are you going to hold it against me for the rest of my life."
"You already know the answer to that," she sighed, "I could never stay angry at you for long."
"Does that mean you still care about me then," he had shifted closer; she grew suddenly shy and embarrassed. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
Georgina drew back, she was pleasantly surprised that he had actually kissed her.
"I’m sorry," he began.
"No, don’t be. You would laugh if you knew how long I have been waiting for this moment."
He smiled and shook his head, "Why didn’t you say something, I had no idea you felt the same way. Ever since I’ve been back I’ve had to control myself around you."
"What am I thinking? I mean you are still married and you are in the middle of trying to reconcile with you wife, for God's sake." She jumped out of bed and tried to put some distance between them.
Dylan also stood up, "George, stop you’re going to drive yourself crazy," he took her hands, "This is sudden for me too, but don’t you think we’ve waited long enough to be happy?" She was uncertain all of a sudden, she didn’t like the idea of being the other woman. "I promise you that I will be gentle with you and if you give me the chance I will make up for every time I disappointed you."
"What about your wife?"
"That is in the past, I didn’t want to say anything before until I was certain but we’re separated and in the process of getting a divorce."
Georgina ran a hand through her hair, "This is a lot for me to take in."
"I know," he smiled and kissed her forehead, "I’ll give you all the time you need, just know that I am here, I’m still your best friend," he left the room and she laughed more because it felt as if someone was playing a joke on her. This couldn’t be happening and so fast. Yet it had, she could still feel the warmth of his lips against hers and how he had looked at her. Was it possible? Could she have her heart’s desire, was it as easy as that.