Katy
Oh my God. That’s the first thought that runs through my brain when I first awaken. When I notice my head is pounding and my mouth feels like I licked the carpet. Licked. Licked... What’s with that word? Why is it ringing a bell?
OH. MY. GOD.
I half open one eye to look at Felix who is still fast asleep. His mouth. I let him put his mouth down… there. I’m so screwed. Because:
I. LOVED. IT.
However, I decide what I’m going to do is not mention it, unless he does. Because I’m a little embarrassed that I’ve had his face between my legs. I mean, it's such an intimate thing to do. I’d half have preferred to have shagged him. What am I going to do if he wakes up grinning at me? I turn to find HE’S WOKEN UP AND HE’S GRINNING AT ME.
'Morning, gorgeous.'
'Morning.’ I gulp. Quickly, think of something to talk about. ‘Well, the weather’s looking good… so I think we should pack and be on our way to Skeggy because it’s my favourite seaside place in the whole world,’ I ramble nervously, ‘and you’ve got work to do on the caravan so I’m just going to go in the shower now…'
He pulls me towards him, right snuggled up into his arms. Naked. Skin on skin.
'Ah, let’s just lay here a minute, shall we? We’re toasty warm in our lovely hotel room.'
Yes, toasty warm and I can feel your morning wood on my leg. This is beyond awkward. I can’t believe I’ve put myself in this situation. He clearly now thinks I’m going to be constantly up for it.
'No, no. I need a shower and to brush my teeth. Then we need to check out and get on our way.’ I untangle myself and jump out of bed, still clutching the duvet to cover my modesty. Only it drags it off him too, exposing his glorious dick. ‘Chop, chop, things to do!'
Felix raises his head up on his hands looking bemused. 'Are you avoiding me, Kitty Kat?'
I fight the duvet cover that is somehow trapped under my feet. 'Damn duvet, it’s got frikking tentacles or something. Get off me.' I finally fight my way out, still managing to cover myself.
'Katy,' Felix says sternly.
'What?' I reply exasperated. I just want to escape. Run back home to my parents' house. Except they don’t even live there anymore.
'You can avoid me all you like, but I’m not going to forget that I tasted you last night.’ He licks his lips, raising his eyebrows suggestively. ‘And you were delicious.'
'Lalalalalala' I put my hands over my ears like I’m a toddler, the duvet dropping down in the process. ‘Agh!’ I run off into the bathroom slamming the door behind me.
* * *
Felix
I throw my head back onto the bed and sigh.
Was it too much to hope that she might wake up and not panic? That dickhead has a lot to answer for. She doesn’t trust me, and I can’t blame her really. My own reputation doesn’t help. Looks like I’m just going to have to take it slow with Miss Cornish. Oh well. I stretch back my arms behind my head. I’ve always loved foreplay.
We’re both hungry and our cheerleading receptionist isn’t on duty, so we don’t get a bacon sandwich, but escape a grilling (couldn’t resist that one). Having not used anything we need to pay extra for, it's just card keys in a box and out the door.
'Get the car started and ready,' I tell Katy. 'I’m going to try something. Do we have a carrier bag? I might be ten minutes.'
'God, you’re always disappearing,' she says eyeing me suspiciously. 'I don’t think they have slot machines here.'
'No, but they have a buffet restaurant,' I tell her. ‘So, prepare in case I need to make my escape.’
Her jaw falls open as I stuff the carrier bag in my pocket. ‘You are shameless.’
‘Says the prossie that flashed her tits,’ I joke back.
Her face falls. Oh shit, I’ve hurt her feelings. She’s a sensitive little flower.
‘Just hurry up,’ she snaps.
And a moody bitch.
Head held high I wander past the woman booking people in. 'Excuse me, Sir,' she says, reaching out to stop me.
'Hello again,' I reply as confidently as I can. 'Just going back to the wife. I forgot my phone.'
'Oh, okay,' She says with a frown, obviously dazzled and taken in by my confident smile. She goes to the next person in the queue.
I’m in. Phew.
Next I need to find a table. I spot two twentysomething women at a table. They’re all hair extensions and darkened eyebrows. Most definitely went on the lash last night. Easy pickings.
'My mate’s late down for breakfast, mind if we sit here though?' I ask with a cheeky smile.
'No, not at all,' one says, flicking her hair back. The other starts preening her hair. They exchange a glance.
'Right, I’ll just go get some breakfast,' I tell them.
I might as well feed up while I’m here. I collect a full English but add to my tray two cereal boxes, some fruit, and a selection of Danish pastries. Then I add bread rolls, butter, salami, ham and cheese. Then I sit back down.
'I hope he makes it down,' I say with a fake worried frown. 'We had a right night on the lash. If not, you’ll have to help me hide this stuff in a bag, so I can sneak it out to him.'
I chat to them about drinking and clubs, making a lot of it up as I go along until I’ve finished my breakfast and had a quick coffee.
'Well, it doesn’t look like he’s coming. Can you keep watch while I stick this stuff in my bag?' I ask them.
'Yeah, sure,' one of them says, adjusting her cleavage.
'Do you know, I think he’d like a bacon butty, but I don’t want to raise any more suspicion.'
'Oh, I’ll get you one.' The other girl says. Her friend looks daggers, she obviously wants me to herself. Then she realises she’s got me on her own.
'So, do you fancy meeting up later?' She asks, pursing her over glossed lips at me.
'Sure.' I pass her my phone. 'Put your number in there. Where are you planning to be later?'
The girl returns with a butty which she wraps in a napkin and places in my bag. She’s also got two blueberry muffins and adds those too. What a sweetheart.
'So what’s your friend called?' She asks.
'Err… Jack. You’ll meet him later.' I lie.
'Here, put your number in my phone,' says the other girl. Aren’t they eager beavers?
I type in a series of random digits along with my fake name and then get up to leave.
'See you tonight then, girls. Thanks for the help.'
I hand the phone back and get out of there as swiftly as possible before the girls suss out Mr Noah Chance isn’t real.
As soon as I’m out of the hotel, I run to the car and jump in the passenger seat.
'Go!’ I shout at Katy.
She stumbles around putting the car into drive and then wheel spins away.
‘What is happening? Did you rob them or something?’
I laugh. ‘Nah, but drive down the street fast and then find somewhere to park because I’ve a bacon sarnie with your name on it.'
'Mmm, I can smell it.' She says, her belly rumbling loudly. ‘I love you, Mr Montague!’
I smile wide, watching her horrified reaction as she realises what she’s just said. She blushes scarlet, quickly looking back on the road.
She parks up a few minutes away. I pass her the sandwich and she looks in the bag. 'Oh my God, you clever, clever man.' She leans over and kisses my cheek.
See, slow and steady wins the day with our Kitty Kat.
* * *
We arrive at the caravan park two-and-a-half hours later. It’s small with only about twenty caravans on the entire site. We get the key from the keycode holder situated just inside the gate and pull up outside the one we’re staying in. The caravan has a balcony around it with a table and chairs. If the weather stays nice, it will be lovely.
We unpack, getting a drink of water from the sink. Poor Katy has only had a drink in the hotel room this morning.
'God, I needed that. Bacon always makes me thirsty,' she tells me.
I’m thirsty. For her.
'There’s a drop of vodka left, if you fancy it?' I tell her with a cheeky wink.
'I think I’ll give that a miss for now,' she says with a grin. 'Oh, I need the bathroom.' With that she makes her escape.
I knock on the bathroom door. 'Katy. I’m going to take a look at the other caravan and see what needs doing. You chill out here and relax.'
'Okay.' She shouts back.
* * *
The other caravan is in need of attention, but as I’d hoped it’s nothing screwdrivers, sandpaper, and some hard work won’t sort out. I figure I may as well start now and let Katy have a rest. She’s done the large part of the driving and must be knackered.
I start straightening cupboards and sanding them down. About an hour and a half later Katy comes and finds me, bringing a large mug of tea. The girl read my mind.
'We’re in luck. The people who left the caravan have left a full pint of milk, some bread and there are two tins of spaghetti in the cupboard. We can have spag on toast for tea.'
'We’re feasting like kings,' I say with a laugh.
'Anything I can do here?' She asks looking around.
'Nah. Just keep bringing me cups of tea like a good little housewife,' I say with a straight face, petting her on the head.
She smacks my arm. 'Behave yourself.'
'Oh, why start now?’ I laugh. ‘Now go relax and I’ll be back in a few hours. Thanks for the tea.'
By the time I get back the cupboards are all sorted and ready for varnishing and I’ve removed the old upholstery from the sofa. Tomorrow Katy could do the varnishing if she’s willing while I sort the sofa.
I find her sat on the sofa watching Escape to the Country.
'So,' I say flopping down next to her. 'Would you mind fixing the spag on toast for tea while I jump in the shower? Then you can show me this seaside town you love so much.'
'Have you never been to Skeg-vegas?' She asks, eyes wide.
I snort a laugh, shaking my head. 'Nope.'
'Well, Mr Montague, you are in for a treat.'
We eat out on the veranda. It’s so pleasant looking out over green fields and we’re only about twenty minutes walk from the front. I offer to take the car, but Katy reminds me that we need to use as little petrol as possible and that it’s a lovely warm night anyway.
She shows me Skeg-vegas as she calls it. I feel really bad that we can’t do pitch and putt, or visit the model village. There’s a massive amusements on the front and we manage to find a handful of coins to put back in the machines, but it’s not what she wanted me to see.
'My favourite is the seal sanctuary,' she says with a shy smile. 'It’s right down there though. No point in us walking all that way when it’s probably closed now, and we can’t go anyway.'
'When I have a job.' I say, realising that I DO have a job, subject to references and thankfully I haven’t included the Headmaster of the last school, ‘I will bring you back here and you can show me the place properly. I want the full Skeg-vegas experience.'
She laughs. 'Okay, you’re on.'
We walk back to the caravan.
'It’s only nine. What are we going to do now?' She asks.
'Saturday night television and if it’s a half decent caravan, there’ll be tons of board games in the cupboard.’
Her face flashes with panic.
'No drunk Jenga, I promise.' I say in reassurance. She’s a nervy little kitty tonight.
We get back to the caravan and I think I need to make it clear to her that despite what happened there’s no pressure for anything more. She’s obviously scared I’m going to jump her the minute her guard is down.
'Look, Katy. Last night I know we crossed a line and you’re a little uncomfortable about it. I’m not. I enjoyed it and well, to be honest, when all this is done I’d quite like to take you out on a date, if you’re up for it.' She starts to speak but I hold up my hand. 'You don’t have to say anything now. If you said no it would put pressure on the rest of our days. Our focus is the interviews, I know. I’m going to sleep in the twin room tonight and you take the double on the end, okay?'
She nods her head. 'Thank you.'
'Right. Can we play KerPlunk now? I used to bloody love that game when I was small.'