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“What do you
mean?” Mike whispered, his eyes huge in his face and his mouth hanging open.
“Shhhhh!” I
pressed my finger up to his lips as I shushed his declaration of surprise and
looking over my shoulder as if I expected Liam to be right behind me. I’d given
him the slip in the bathroom and half of me was relieved that I’d got away to
sort out my confused brain – the other half of me was terrified that he’d get
lost while he was finding his way back to the tent and I’d never see him again
– it’s weird the way your mind works when it’s buzzing with alcohol.
“Sorry,”
Mike whispered back in the quiet of the night, “but I’m a little bit out of the
loop here – you’re gonna have to start from the beginning, man.”
I nodded,
trying to gather my scattered wits. “Liam and I got drunk – I pretended that I
was a little more drunk than I really was so he’d loosen up a bit and stop
being so damned careful around me – and we kissed and it was the best moment of
my life…”
Mike frowned
at me, “And that’s a problem because?” he asked.
I stared at
him, “Because I told him I was straight – he thinks I’m straight, Mike.” I had
no idea why I was spilling my guts to Mike – it’s not like we were really close
or anything – he was far more friendly with Liam, Dakota, Ben and Ross than he
was with me because they all did sports together, but still – he’d always been
a sound guy and I needed his advice.
“But you’re
obviously not.” He said bluntly, “Anyone with half an eye can see that, Paris.”
He smiled at me, “And Liam’s a really good friend of mine and he adores you, so
why don’t you just go back to your own tent and tell him the truth?”
I shook my
head sadly, “I can’t – he’s all about some guy at the running club – I’m just a
holiday romance.” I sighed dramatically. I think Mike might have had a point
about me…
Mike
snorted, looking at me as if I was completely stupid, “Aw come off it – he’s
been all about you since we were kids,
‘Paris this and Paris that’ – and this is a lads fishing weekend,” he added
with a frown, clearly irritated that I was making it sound so much less manly,
“– not a holiday…”
I
brightened, ignoring his jibe about it being only a weekend away. I didn’t give
two shits what he thought about my calling his lads weekend a holiday. It was a holiday as far as I was concerned – not all of us were rich kids. Some
of us didn’t get a million holidays a year like him and Ross (and Ross only got
them because he went with Ben everywhere). I focused on what he’d said about
Liam instead, “Really?” I asked, my heart in my mouth, “You really think he
likes me – like that?”
“Yes,” he
said, clearly getting exasperated with me, “I really, really think he does.” He
replied, “Now do one and find him – tell him you love him and want to have
his babies and let me get the hell to sleep!”
He was quite
sexy when he got all bossy like this, “Yes, sir.” I said with a flutter of my
eyelashes.
He laughed,
“Go on, get lost.”
I marched back
to the tent, all set to tell him that I was gay and in love with him – but he
still wasn’t back. That was okay – I’d get into my sleeping bag to keep warm
and I’d tell him just as soon as he got back… Well, that was totally my intention
but instead I fell to sleep and by the morning I’d forgotten all about my plan
to tell him I loved him…
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