Always and Forever

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

By the time Nathan had came home tonight I was sitting on the couch sipping a glass of wine that I had found in the kitchen and watching some sappy love story that makes you realize- by the end of the movie- that your love life will never end up like that. Well that and the fact we don’t live in the nineteenth century so finding chivalry was so easy to come by. 

The wine was finally becoming more likable as the night went on. At first I felt it was a tad to bitter, but I quickly figured out that the more I drank of it, the more I enjoyed it. Now I hardly noticed terrible taste.

Nathan took the glass from my hands and sat down on the couch next to me.

“This is terrible, what is it?”

“I’m not entirely sure, but I do know it’s based on one of Jane Austen’s stories.” I vaguely recalled that from the beginning of the film. “It’s not too bad.”

He chuckled at my answer and leaned back into the couch. “Not the movie, the wine.”

“Oh. That I found it in one of the kitchen pantries.”

                He chuckled again before handing the glass back to me and undoing his tie. “Must be something Amelia has stashed for her own consumption.”

I stopped mid sip and looked at him. “This isn’t yours?”

Once he loosened the top button of his shirt collar he shook his head. “That hardly came from my collection. You stole that from the house keeper.”

Oops. Oh well, I guess I can’t be bothered with that fact now. I’ve almost drank half the bottle. It is kind of funny to think about Amelia drinking on the Job. That must be how she makes it through the day here.

“I’ll replace it tomorrow.” I shrugged then finished my sip. “Perhaps with something a lot better too. She’ll thank me later.”

He grinned and made himself more comfortable on the couch before pulling out his phone and typing a message to someone. I could hear the clicking of the keys to know whoever the message was to, he had a lot to say.

It wasn’t until too late that I realized I had let my annoyance slip through in a sigh. I hadn’t meant to do it, but my mind wasn’t exactly working with me at the moment. I think the alcohol slightly impaired me.

“What?”

“No. Nothing.” I lied.

“Well it must be something or you would have done this.” He said before imitating my sound.

I rolled my eyes. “Well I just find it rude that you come home to rest and then sit through a movie you weren’t invited to just to text your girlfriend.”

Girlfriend? Where did that come from? I hiccupped.

“Okay,” he laughed taking the glass away from my mouth. “Someone obviously had a little too much to drink.”

He pried the glass from my hands and grabbed the bottle from the table beside me and sat it beside him out of my reach.

Hump. That was rude.

“And in reference to your accusation, I’m not texting my girlfriend, it’s my mom.”

“Tonya?” I asked.

“Yes,” he nodded. “She was asking when she could meet you.”

I furrowed my eyebrows together. “But I’ve already meet her. Does she not remember my awkward high school years?”