Lost Love

15. Out with The Boys

Hi Imogen, I’ve got a spare ticket to one of the music concerts tomorrow night if you’re up for it? Xx (Sent 10:43am)

Glancing over the message again from Leon, I wonder whether I have anything planned. Nothing springs to mind, so I respond with a positive yes.

Cool. I can meet you at your flat and walk you there? How does 7pm sound? Xx (Sent 10:50am)

Sounds great. I’m in Kinnaird Halls. See you tomorrow :) Xx (Sent 10:52am

I turn over in my bed and see Ozzy is still snoozing away, with his right arm draped across my back. It’s late Sunday morning and after a late night of him reintroducing me to our favourite TV show The Big Bang Theory, we didn’t fall asleep until early this morning. I look down at his hairy yet bare arms and trace my finger over his tattoo. My fingers then move up and trace along his jaw line, which causes him to yawn slightly, but allows me to continue. He’s got more than a five o’clock stubble forming and needs a decent shave before we head back later on today. His hair is all messy and even warrants the term sexy too. There’s a knock at my door, and Elle peeps her head around. I immediately panic, her seeing me in bed with Ozzy, but of course she must be used to this.

‘Morning Elle,’ I say gruffly, my voice rough from sleep.

‘I’m making breakfast; do you both want a full English breakfast?’

This seems to wake the sleeping boy beside me. He turns in bed so he can face the door and sits up against the headboard. He nods, before rubbing his eyes and looking properly at Eleanor. His hand finds mine under the covers and he gives it a little squeeze as if to say good morning.

‘I’d love one of those. What are you cooking?’

‘Sausage, bacon, eggs-‘

‘Which type?’ He cuts in.

‘What do you like?’

He grins at her. ‘You’re going to make an awesome wife, Elle. I’ll have scrambled please. Anything else?’

‘Hash browns, roasted tomatoes, mushrooms and white toast with butter. Oh and beans. Can’t forget the beans.’

‘That sounds great,’ I say, smiling at her sweetness.

Eleanor is much more gifted in the kitchen than me and regularly likes to whip up meals, and a full English breakfast would be delightful. Once the door shuts, Ozzy turns over in my bed and pulls me closer to him by my hips. I bite my lip at the intimacy and wait for him to speak. But instead he nuzzles into my neck, pressing soft butterfly kisses all the way down to my collar bone and shoulder. He pulls my left leg over his so we’re closer and rests his forehead against mine, before saying, ‘Morning sunshine.’ He dips a kiss on my lips before adding. ‘It’s great waking up next to you again.’

‘I wonder why,’ I tell him, feeling his tent in his boxers.

He winks at me, pushing his body a little closer to mine, before closing his eyes and drifting back off until Eleanor calls us for breakfast half an hour later.

My parents are already sat at the table, wrapped up in thick fluffy white dressing gowns and their glasses propped on the edge of their nose.

‘Morning you two,’ my dad says, as he pours us a glass of orange juice each. ‘Do you want tea or coffee, Oscar?’

‘Coffee if that’s alright?’ He sends my dad a smile, before sitting in his seat next to me.

‘Honey what would you like?’ He asks me, making his way over to the counter.