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‘I can’t wait to see you.’ Diane chuckles. ‘Tina told me Normandy was really romantic.’
Wide eyed Tina shoots daggers at the phone as if she can force Diane to stop giving away too much. ‘I don’t remember using that word.’ She turns back to the wardrobe closet and shoves the clothes on their hangers from one side to another.
‘Oh you most certainly did. I believe your exact words were…’
‘It was really romantic indeed.’ I cut Diane as Tina gives the phone another deadly stare. ‘I’ll tell you all about it during our dinner.’ Turning on my side I wink at Tina before my thoughts drift back to the idyllic weekend that ended way too soon for my liking. While discovering the small coastal town we stumbled upon a stand next to the ocean where a woman was selling oysters, fresh from Mont-Saint-Michel. After she skillfully shucked the shells open she gave us a large plate with a dozen of oysters in a bed of shaved ice and some lemon on the side. We sat on the dock of the bay, with our feet in the water and fed each other the alleged aphrodisiac as the sun slowly set. The curtains in Tina’s bedroom wave and I recall the rest of the night in Normandy, the open balcony doors in the hotel room, the curtains waving on the rhythm of the briny sea breeze and her back muscles rolling under my hands, before my head dropped back in the pillow the moment her name left my lips. Well maybe I won’t tell Diane everything-everything.
‘Did I already tell you how good these sheets look with you in it?’ Tina whispers balancing a pile of freshly washed towels on her hand before kissing me quickly while Diane tells us another anecdote. I try to take a hold of her chin but she escapes just to lean in again, brushing her tongue against my lips. ‘I’ll join you in a second.’
‘And what about you two? Where are you? What are you doing tonight?’
‘Uhm…’ I stutter. ‘We uhm…we are…’ Home, I wanted to say as Tina crawls onto the bed in nothing but a baby doll. These moments are like comfort food for my soul as the subtle fragrance of her shower gel drifts to my nose and she kneels in the middle of the bed, releasing her hair from the hairpin that was holding it up. I never cared if she was wearing make-up or not. From the first moment I laid my eyes on her she was and still is the most beautiful woman I ever saw, regardless.