by Paige Toon
‘Is this going to be messy like last time?’ he asks me when the bargirl has gone off to get our drinks.
‘I hope not,’ I scoff.
‘Shame,’ he says, glancing north of my forehead to my admittedly looser-than-normal up-do. ‘I liked it when you let your hair down.’
I cringe. ‘I thought you thought I was out of control.’
‘You were. You were fun,’ he says with amusement.
‘Oh God, am I one of those people who are only fun when they’re drunk?’ I moan. ‘I’m a right bore most of the time.’
He grins at me. ‘No, you’re not.’
His expression is full of warmth and the seconds tick by as he meets my gaze. I raise my eyebrows at him as the bargirl returns with our drinks.
Angus chooses that moment to join us, and it’s just as well, because the look in Toby’s eyes is unsettling me.
‘Aah, cheers for that,’ Angus says, picking up his pint and downing a third of it.
‘How’s Eliza?’ I ask, trying to make casual conversation, even though I feel anything but.
‘She’s alright.’ He spies some people he knows. ‘Hey, Stewart!’ he calls. ‘Evan!’
‘Shall we move closer to the stage?’ I ask Toby, feeling a little skittish.
‘Sure,’ he replies, but then Angus comes back over with his colleagues from work: Stewart, whose dad owns the bar, and Evan, who looks like he’s just got back from holiday, judging by his impressive tan. I discover he works on the newspaper’s travel desk.
After chatting for a while, we all move towards the stage together. When Eliza appears, the noise around the bar area dies down, but not completely. She sounds cool, calm and collected as she introduces herself over the sound system, and I feel a swell of pride as she starts to strum her guitar. She leans in close to the microphone to sing. She has a beautiful voice, soulful and expressive, and her lyrics are clever and quirky. There are a few chuckles from around us as she sings a punch-line, rewarding her audience with a charming grin.
I cast a glance at Angus. He’s staring up at Eliza, his face alight with some emotion. I’m taken back to a time in our early twenties when Phoebe and Angus were together again after their year-and-a-half hiatus. I’d gone to visit Phoebe at university and Angus was there. She took part in a rock climbing competition and he stood at the bottom of the rock wall and watched her scale the heights. He was so proud when she won. He was so full of love. And those are the emotions I’m witnessing on his face right now.
He loved Phoebe. And he loves Eliza. It must be possible to love two people at once, because the proof is right here in front of me.
Toby nudges me, and I welcome the distraction because I’m on the verge of tears. ‘She’s good,’ he says, impressed.
‘Yes.’ I nod, still trying to control my emotions. ‘She is.’
It’s not too late for us. At times, Eliza and I have felt like the worst of enemies, but we could be the best of friends. If only we can stop taking each other for granted.
I’m pretty tipsy by the time Eliza joins us later, and she seems entertained as I throw my arm around her neck.
‘I’m not saying this because I’m drunk,’ I say, hanging off her. ‘But I am really, really proud of you.’
‘Aw, thanks Rose,’ she replies. She is totally sober.
‘I mean it!’ I exclaim. ‘And Angus is proud, too. You should have seen his face when he was looking up at you. He really loves you.’
She stares back at me, suddenly serious.
‘Look at you two,’ Joe interrupts. ‘Are you sure you can’t sing, love?’ he asks me.
I shake my head and giggle.
‘Ready to be introduced?’ he asks Eliza.
She looks nervous as they move away together. Angus comes to stand by my side.
‘What do you think of Evan?’ he asks.
‘Oh.’ I furrow my brow as I stare past Angus to his colleague in question. ‘Yeah, he’s alright.’
‘Don’t sound too enthusiastic,’ he jokes with a grin.
‘I’m leaving in a couple of days. There’s no point.’
‘What happened to,’ and he affects my voice: ‘“To be honest, Gus, I could really just do with a shag”.’
I whack him on his stomach and he doubles over, laughing.
‘What was that about?’ Toby asks as I turn away, mock disgusted.
‘Angus is trying to set me up.’
‘With who?’ he asks.
‘Evan.’ Pause. ‘I’m not interested.’ I glance up to see Toby studying me. He’s certainly very confident with his eye contact, I muse. It makes him seem older.
Eliza joins us again after a while and plays catch-up by doing a couple of shots at the bar. She and Angus seem so relaxed in each other’s company. It’s bizarre for me, witnessing the reality of their relationship when they’ve both let down their defences. I feel like I have to realign my perspective. They laugh a lot and they’re very tactile with each other – I’m not entirely comfortable with it, but I’m sure I’ll get used to it with time. I have to.
No, I want to.
‘I’d like to go dancing,’ I find myself announcing towards closing time.
‘Do you want to hit a club?’ Toby asks. ‘Jase and I went to a place last Saturday that was pretty cool.’
His friend from London came to stay with him last weekend.
‘Yeah! Let’s see if the others are up for it.’
‘Really?’ Eliza asks with astonishment when I make the suggestion.
‘Why not?’ I reply.
She turns to Toby and prods his chest. ‘What have you done to my sister?’
He rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling.
‘So are you coming or not?’ I demand to know.
Eliza glances at Angus. He gives her a meaningful look and she turns back to me.
‘No,’ she says.
‘Are you sure?’ And then it dawns on me. ‘Aah. You’re going to have an early night, aren’t you?’
She shifts on her feet. ‘Maybe.’
In that case, I might see her in the morning. I’m not sure how I’ll feel about that, but right now I’m too drunk to care.
The club is full of youngsters and I have second thoughts as I wait for Toby to come back from the bar. I spied a vacant booth and made a beeline for it, to his amusement, but I can see him from here. He looks so comfortable, so chilled. He fits right in with this crowd. His ripped denim jeans sit low on his narrow hips, held up with a chunky black belt. He’s wearing a black T-shirt that must’ve shrunk in the wash with the way it’s riding up at his side. The skin of his waist is exposed as his body twists to lean against the bar top.
He really is sexy.
The girls to his right seem to think so, too. I watch as one of them, a beautiful girl with long dark hair turns to say something to him. He smiles and answers, and then he’s being served.
The bargirl is young and sexy, too, and she stares at him with a smile as she listens to his order.
What am I doing here? I think suddenly. I don’t belong. I should be tucked up in bed.
And then I remember that Eliza is probably back at the apartment with Angus and I’m not sure I can cope with that, yet, either.
The next thing I know, Toby is returning to our table.
‘I feel like I’m cramping your style,’ I say as he slides in next to me. I must’ve sobered up because I can’t imagine joining the sweaty throng on the dance floor now.
‘What are you talking about?’ he asks, baffled.
‘Those girls up at the bar. You could’ve been in there. But instead you’re keeping the old age pensioner company.’
‘Jesus,’ he mutters, his eyes wide with disbelief. ‘Rose,’ he says loudly, swivelling on the booth seat to face me. ‘Cut it out.’
‘Sorry, but I’m almost a decade older than you!’
‘No, you’re not,’ he scoffs. ‘You’re six years older – that’s closer to half a decade.’
‘I�
��m twenty-eight and you’re twenty-one. That’s seven years.’
‘I’m twenty-two soon. I round it down.’
‘It doesn’t matter anyway. You’re right, I shouldn’t be so bothered about it.’
‘Why are you so bothered?’ he asks me outright.
‘I don’t know.’ I shrug, wanting to change the subject. ‘So dish the dirt, then. Did you pull when you came here last weekend?’ I try to sound more nonchalant than I feel, but the truth is I’ve been dying to ask all week.
He shakes his head. ‘No.’
I pick up my drink and take a large gulp, trying to regain my earlier buzz. I’m thinking too much, and his close proximity tonight is making me inexplicably nervous.
‘Have you always gone out with guys the same age as you?’ he asks.
I sense that we’re crossing into dangerous territory, given the undercurrent prevailing between us, but I find myself answering.
‘No,’ I reply. ‘My last boyfriend was eight years older than me. And that was a mistake.’
‘Because he was older?’
‘No, because he was a tosser.’ I take another sip of my drink. ‘What about you?’
‘All but one of my girlfriends have been older than me.’
‘Really?’ My voice sounds squeaky. ‘How much older?’
He shrugs. ‘When I was eleven, my first girlfriend was twelve. When I was fifteen, I went out with a girl two years older, and at seventeen, my girlfriend was three years older than me.’
‘Wow.’
‘And then when I was twenty-one, she was six-and-a-bit years older,’ he says with a smirk, taking a sip of his beer and regarding me out of the corner of his eyes.
Wait. ‘What?’ I splutter, then I roll my eyes, realising he’s teasing me.
‘Drink up, let’s go and dance.’ He nods at my vodka and cranberry.
Bugger it. I down it in one and plonk my glass back on the table. He slides out of the booth and leads the way.
The drink has gone straight to my head, but I am still all too aware of the female attention Toby is receiving as he makes his way through the crowds. If he notices, he doesn’t show it.
Luckily a song I recognise comes on as we approach the dance floor, and it’s not too long before my self-consciousness fades away and I start to enjoy myself. It helps that Toby is a great dancer. After about half an hour or so, he puts his hand on my waist, his touch scorching the skin under my top.
‘Drink?’ he asks in my ear, pulling away to look into my eyes.
I nod, feeling suddenly feverish, as well as hot and sweaty.
‘Back in a sec.’
He goes off to the bar, leaving me on the dance floor alone. Bizarrely, I don’t mind. It’s only taken me twenty-eight years, but I seem to have finally lost my inhibitions.
Scrap that, I think, less than a minute later when I rouse the attention of a couple of wasted lads. One of them starts to gyrate his way towards me, but I dance in the opposite direction before he can make contact. It doesn’t put him off, unfortunately, and I begin to feel uncomfortable as they move closer. This goes on for a while – them circling me and me trying to move away – and then, to my immense relief, I see Toby approaching. He doesn’t have any drinks on him and he looks annoyed, and then suddenly a pair of hot sweaty hands land on my hips and one of the guys gyrates right up against my arse. I’m disgusted.
‘Oi!’ Toby shouts, wrenching me away from his sweaty grasp. He shoves the drunken offender hard on his chest. ‘Leave her alone!’ he yells, turning back to me. ‘You alright? I saw them from the bar.’
God, he’s gorgeous. My vision is right in line with his lips. I inadvertently step closer to him and I notice his eyes widen fractionally. I place my hand on his lovely slim hips, my thumb brushing over the bare skin under his T-shirt. I feel his stomach retract as he breathes in and then his hands are cupping my face and his mouth is on mine.
I feel giddy as his tongue edges my lips apart, but I’m powerless to stop our kiss from deepening. Desire rockets through me as he pulls me closer, my chest pressing against his ribcage. Shivers are ricocheting up and down my spine in waves and my legs feel shaky. He breaks away.
No, no, what’s he doing? That was the best kiss of my life and I don’t want it to end, but he takes my hand and pulls me off the dance floor. A moment later, we’re in the dark against a wall, kissing again.
My head is spinning as I slip my hands around his waist. He kisses my jaw, and I gasp as he nibbles at my earlobe. I feel breathless and jittery and a little beside myself, if I’m being honest. I’ve had too much to drink and I’m confused about what’s happening. I’m making out with a twenty-one-year-old and my head tells me that’s wrong, despite what the rest of my body says.
It takes immense – immense – willpower to place my hand on his stomach and firmly push him away.
‘We can’t do this,’ I murmur, my heart constricting. ‘I’m too old for you.’
His expression softens slightly. ‘No, you’re not.’ He tries to pull me back against him, but my hand is still raised.
‘Please,’ I beg, trying so hard to be strong and adult about it. ‘I’m leaving on Sunday.’
His hands are back on my hips. ‘You’re making excuses.’
‘If I am, then I am. There has to be a reason for that.’
‘I don’t want you to go,’ he says dully, his fingers slipping underneath my top. ‘Don’t go.’ I jolt as they trace the line of my waistband.
‘I have to.’ I force myself to take a step backward. ‘I need to do this for myself. I’ve spent my life looking after other people. This is for me.’
He leans against the wall and folds his arms, broodingly. We’re now standing a foot apart, still too close, but I don’t want to move away any further.
‘I get it,’ he says. ‘I understand. But you must know that there’s something here.’ He motions to the two of us. ‘I care about you. A lot.’
‘Trust me,’ I say, trying to keep it together. ‘In ten years’ time, you’ll look back and know that I was right. You’ll get so much life experience over the next few years. We’re in different places right now. You’re barely in your twenties and I’m heading towards my thirties. I should be settling down, not acting like a teenager.’
‘My parents got together when they were eighteen, and they’re still together,’ he says adamantly. ‘Despite everything, they love each other. My dad works his fingers to the bone, and it’s all for us. He would do anything for Mum and me.’
The passion in his eyes takes my breath away, but I steel myself to keep my distance.
‘I can’t do it, Toby,’ I say flatly, shaking my head. ‘It doesn’t feel right.’
He stares at me despondently. ‘If this doesn’t feel right, then I can’t imagine what ever will.’
Chapter 39
Eliza
‘Are you sure about this?’ Angus hesitates with his key in the lock.
‘It’s a bit bloody late now,’ I snap jokily. ‘We’ve come all the way to Sale. Do you think I’m going to go and crash on Mum’s floor?’
He smiles as he opens the door, flicking on lights as he leads me inside.
Neither of us is wasted, but neither of us is sober, either, which is how we agreed it should be the next time we went to bed together. That idea seems to have flown out of the window. I really hope Rose doesn’t come home anytime soon.
‘Did Rose tell you I came here earlier today?’ I ask.
‘Did you?’ He looks taken aback.
I remember what she said about him being angry if he discovers she’s reading Phoebe’s diary. I don’t want to land her in it. ‘I was in the area, flat hunting.’ I look around. ‘This is a great apartment.’
‘Thanks. Do you want something to drink?’ he asks, his eyebrows pulling together.
‘Just take me to your bedroom, Angus.’
He looks amused as he nods, his fingers running slowly down the length of my arm as he comes to stand clos
e beside me. He gazes into my eyes, and my heart is in my throat as I stare up at him. Then his fingers close around my hand and he leads me into his room. He closes the door behind me and locks it, and then his hands are on my bum and he’s lifting me from the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist and he presses my back against the door, his mouth finding mine.
I’m glad he’s supporting me because my entire body turns to jelly with his kisses. When he carries me to the bed, I notice it’s still unmade, but then I’m not thinking about anything other than his lips on my bare stomach and his tongue tracing the sensitive skin around my bellybutton ring.
‘I like this top,’ he murmurs. ‘I’ve wanted to kiss you here all night.’
I shudder with longing and claw at his T-shirt. He straightens up and tugs it over his head, revealing his leanly muscled, honey-coloured chest.
He lifts my top over my head and unclasps my bra, skimming his fingers over the curves of my body. I frantically reach for the buttons on his jeans, but I’m too clumsy and he takes over instead.
I want him on top of me. I want to feel the weight of his body pressing into mine. I want to feel consumed by him, so I pull him down, gasping as our skin collides. We kiss passionately, and a minute later we shed the last of our clothing and he takes me completely.
Afterwards we lie in the dark, side by side, staring into each other’s eyes.
‘We were supposed to be sober,’ I remind him.
‘What are you doing tomorrow night?’ is his response, accompanied by a cheeky grin.
‘Working,’ I reply with a smile.
‘Bunk off,’ he urges.
‘I can’t. It’s our busiest night of the week.’
‘Sunday, then?’ he suggests. ‘We’ll go on a proper date.’
‘Really?’
‘Yeah.’ He kisses me gently. ‘How do you think tonight went?’
The corners of my lips tilt downwards. ‘Okay, I think.’
He props himself up on one elbow and stares at me gravely. ‘What is it?’
‘Joe introduced me to two men from Red Vox Records,’ I reply weakly.
‘And?’ he prompts.