Beautiful Rosi: She never meant to fall for the bad boy. But was she ever a good girl? by Anna G.E

Author:Anna G.E [G.E, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Authors
Published: 2023-06-14T04:00:00+00:00

Rose

Peckham – London

‘Ouch, ouch, shoot ... that really hurts.’

‘What happened, you okay? Do you need any help?’ Max shouts from the living room.

‘No, it’s okay, it was just too hot,’ I shout back.

‘I don’t know what you are doing in there but it smells so gorgeous. Can I taste it now? Please, I am dying here.’

‘Almost ready, be patient,’ I yell back as I take the coconut cookies out of the oven. Max’s kitchen is hopeless. There is hardly a single useful gadget here.

Last night, on the way back from my parents to Max’s flat, as we were walking in the dark through the empty streets of Peckham, I stopped and said, ‘I am really sorry, Max, but I can’t move in with you.’ His face turned white, I think he almost had a heart attack, so I panicked and said, ‘I am joking! It was a joke. Of course I’d love to move in with you. Hell, yes!’ Max went crazy, lifting me up, dancing like a lunatic. ‘I love you.’ That was it, I said it there and then, I said what I had been holding back for a long time, what I should have said months ago, even before he said it. I said it right in his ears, in his arms, in the darkness of Peckham, while my body was glowing from the heat of our bodies, radiating through our light clothes. Even the air was warm, pleasant and definitely perfect to tell someone how much they mean to you.

He stopped. ‘Come again?’ he said. ‘What did you say? Did I fucking hear you correctly?’

I smiled. ‘Maybe.’

He stood there, then he leaned in and kissed me, and we both forgot where we were standing, for a long pause.

‘I’d like to cook us lunch tomorrow. Is it okay if you don’t go to your mum’s? Would she be okay with that?’ I asked when he finally put me down on the pavement after carrying me on his shoulder for half the journey.

This morning we went running in Warwick Gardens, had a shower, and then I started cooking. I don’t remember the last time I felt like baking or cooking, like a true housewife with a flowery Cath Kidston apron on, not that I am actually wearing anything similar right now, but I am surely wearing the feeling, the mood. And that mood makes me forget about the past and the future, just this very precious moment that I am in. It feels like I have found a certitude which was greatly missing in me. It gives me peace and tranquillity, like just the right amount of a drug that makes you elated but keeps your feet on the ground.

I made Sunday roast for lunch, which Max said was the best he ever had, then I came back to the kitchen and started baking. The coconut cookies look really good. I make two Persian teas, dropping in two crushed cardamoms and scattering rose petals on top of the mugs, just as my mum makes for my dad all the time.

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