Either my taste buds were used to the sharp tang and I would no longer have to wait to feel it, or she hadn’t mixed in enough alcohol.
Since it tasted amazing I decided to go with the first theory.
“Is it good?” she asked.
“It’s delicious.” I giggled.
“Yayyy. I hope the guys love it.” She tapped the juice jug with a large spoon looking pleased with herself.
We sat in her kitchen around the breakfast table, watching our guys at the bottom of the garden working on Cody’s sail boat.
They’d been at it for the last two hours. In the meantime Eilesh and I had done our nails, watched Fashion Police, and come out here to indulge on cocktails.
It was nice.
“We’ve never done this,” Eilesh beamed.
“What?”
“This.” She flicked her wrist around. “Me, you, Cody and your guy. I couldn’t even get you to do it in college.” She giggled.
“I’m sorry.” My shoulders slumped . I was sorry. I would have loved to do this with her sooner. “It’s nice now though right?”
“It’s amazing.” She gushed with a bright smile. She poured herself a drink and held it up for a toast. “To us, and friendship.”
I held my glass up too and clinked it with hers. “To us and friendship.” I repeated. “Thank you for being such a great friend.”
“Oh sweetie, it’s a two way thing. I’m, so grateful to have you too. And to see you happy.”
I was happy. Very happy.
A part of me was waiting for the happiness to run out. To burn out, but every day was better than the day before.
The last two months had flown by and changed everything.
Alex’s plan for this attraction we had going on worked like a charm.
I felt like I was wrapped in a cocoon of euphoria.
I was still however waiting to hear the last rule.
“I’m happy Eilesh. At the start of the year I never imagined I could feel like this.”
“I know and I worried about you. Summer, what are you going to do? You can’t tell me that this thing with you and Alex isn’t something worth holding on to.”
“I accept that it is what it is.” It was better that way. I still held in my mind that he didn’t do relationships so I didn’t want to push and spoil things.
“The way he looks at you is unreal. You guys look like love.” She giggled.
“If he heard you say that he’d probably run a mile.”
“No, I know what I’m saying.” She looked at me with determination. “He really looks like he’s into you.”
Into me.Geez. Alex had done everything to show me that he was exactly that.
He’d spoilt me rotten, completely rotten.
He’d also started inviting me to go to his family’s Thursday night dinners. I still remembered the anxiety I felt for the first visit and meeting his mom who turned out to be truly lovely.