Making Waves at Penvennan Cove by Linn B. Halton

Author:Linn B. Halton [Halton, Linn B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing

‘Is it still blue?’ I ask anxiously as I tilt my head a little to avoid the cascade of water overhead from obliterating my vision. Ross is still massaging shampoo into the section of my hair that was coated in paint. I gaze down at our bare feet and the blue swirling water is at least now a quaint pastel colour.

‘You have some on the side of your neck, but it looks like it’s dried. Here.’ Ross leans over to grab my shower mitt. ‘Use this, but don’t scrub too hard or you’ll make the skin sore. If it doesn’t shift easily try peeling it off with your fingers. That’s what I’m having to do with the last bits in your hair.’

This is such a disaster. I love the thought of being in the shower with Ross, but not under these circumstances. My clothes and the dust sheet he wrapped me in are heaped in a pile on the bathroom floor and I don’t think anything is salvageable. As he helped peel everything off, the paint had soaked through onto my underwear and, in places, onto my skin. At least now my body looks relatively paint-free even if the blue tinge has been replaced with a patchy shade of pink.

‘I’m sorry,’ I mutter, giving up on the mitt and running my fingers down the right-hand side of my neck. ‘You’re right, it’s easier to peel it off.’

‘It’s specially formulated. It has latex in it and that’s why you get good coverage. If I’d known you’d be wearing it, I would have picked up the ordinary stuff.’ And then he begins laughing all over again.

‘Just get it out of my hair!’ I demand, feeling totally fed up as I continue to ease off tendrils of dry paint that are now beginning to gather around the shower drain.

‘That’s the best I can do, Kerra. Most of it is out and when your hair is dry, the rest will gradually brush out. It’s only the very ends of it now. Aww… you look so dejected. What an awful day you’ve had.’ He gathers me in his arms, and all I can think of is that this is nothing at all like our usual showers together.

Ross reaches out to turn off the water and, ever the gentleman, grabs the biggest towel off the rail to wrap around me.

‘There. You sit on the stool with your feet on the bathmat and I’ll tidy up.’ It’s rather fun watching him using a hand towel to dry himself before he jumps back into his clothes. They’re scruffy ones he keeps for his evenings at the drama club, but there is quite a splattering of blue to join a myriad of other colours now.

I sit here like an obedient child. My skin is sore in places and I know there’s still some paint on my neck, as it pulls a little when I turn my head to the side.

Ross is brilliant and it doesn’t take him long to clean the shower and dispose of my ruined clothes.

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