We didn't talk an awful lot that day, he sat around watching TV while I practiced for my gig and looked after Geneva. He'd agreed to babysit, and Geneva seemed to love him. Plus, he ran down to the supermarket and bought some food, so he wasn't all bad. He even made us a chicken salad for dinner! For someone used to cereal and tinned food it tasted amazing.
"Morning." I'd said, and he'd turned to look at me. We exchanged a little small talk, and then I guess I kinda came onto him. I mean, it had been a while for me, and he was right there. He'd responded eagerly, I know it was only a rebound thing, but it satisfied a need we both had, so it was fine.
"Sorry, Naz, I had to see you again." He grinned, kissing me.
"What's she done now?" I smiled back, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.
"Apparently the fish pie I made was too fishy." He laughed.
"I don't know why you even call her your girlfriend." I sighed. "I mean, you practically live here more than there." I hinted.
"Don't, Nazari." He warned. "You know what we have wouldn't be half as good if it was legit."