Let's backtrack. It was a beautiful day, so after a couple of hours of biting all my nails off, I decided to try to get my mind off plane crashes. Yoga in the backyard was a good idea for that, so I went in the back yard with my MP3 player. Listen to music and relax, right?
|I can do all these positions--Not!|
I was struggling with the downward facing dog position (what other one would it be when this happened?), twisted up and sweating my ass off--as usual. I looked up, and suddenly T was there with a huge smile on his face. Stunned, I fell over.
As he helped me up, my heart was racing. I was in full blown panic. Where was P? Could he see us? Never mind that we were only talking at this point. I asked T firmly what he was doing there (as firm as a whisper could get), and he told me that P asked him over for lunch to thank him for the plane ride. Then I asked him "Why did you accept?", and he said "What was I supposed to do?". Then he said something about how great I looked in my workout outfit, and suddenly I was blushing like a teenager. I'm a sucker for a good compliment.
Next thing I know, P called my name with a little aggravation in his voice. Panic again, but I knew that I was far enough away from T not to cause any suspicion. Did he hear what T said? No. He was wondering where the gift was. "What gift?" I asked. Now, P was frustrated. "Didn't you get the gift for the party at the mall that Derek is going to today?" Oops! I had forgotten all about it.
I apologized, as P pissed and moaned that now he had to go out of his way to get a gift, and would have to leave earlier than expected. By the way, the store is in the same mall as the place where the party is--just saying. He barked for Derek (who I had not even seen yet) and told him that I screwed up, essentially, blah blah blah blah blah. "Where has your head been lately?" P asked. I didn't have an answer to give him, and just shrugged my shoulders. Although I do know where it has been. It was worried since yesterday, and the rest of the week, it's been in the clouds.
So, Philip apologized to T, directed me to make T lunch, and then walked off in a huff with Derek close behind. Luckily, I was able to say goodbye to the son that I didn't have a chance to say hello to ("I'm glad you're alive, son"). When they were gone, it was just me and T.
I was relieved that he did not bad mouth P, or scold me for failing to defend myself. I was too mortified to rehash what had just happened, He just asked me one question.
"Where has your head been, Peach?" he asked with a smirk.
T, You know damn well where it has been. It has been next door--with you.
Later, while in my sanctuary, I told T that I loved him. I don't know why it took me so long to confess it, because I've felt this way for a long time. He said that it was the best news that he's ever heard.