Page 16 of Molly: Part One
Chapter 5
Molly
I was there as soon as the shops opened this morning with a list of what I needed for my week away. I cannot wait to get to that little beach hut; it’s the cutest place I’ve ever seen. I can just see myself sitting in the hot tub overlooking the beach as the sun goes down with a glass of wine. Heaven! It’s going be so relaxing, which is exactly what we both need.
Every time I think about it, I get butterflies in my stomach. Little did I know when I bought those new suitcases on Saturday, thinking that I needed a holiday would I be going on one so soon. I checked the weather forecast when I first woke up this morning and it is going to be amazing all week. Oh yes, Cornwall, here I come.
My full suitcases are sat on my bed and I am double checking that I have everything I need. I may have gone a little mad at the shops this morning, which has resulted in me needing two cases, but oh well, it’s not every day a girl gets taken away.
As well as all the obvious necessities like suntan lotion, I ended up with five new bikinis, summer dresses, shorts, vests and t-shirts, a skirt, a pair of flip flops and wedges, new lingerie for the week and a couple of flowers to go in my hair, Hawaii style!
After crossing off the last items on my list, I zip up my cases and drag them into the hallway. As I walk back into my room I have a huge smile on my face just like I have since we finished putting everything together at some ungodly hour this morning. Ryan kept his promise and we didn’t stop until everything was made. I knew about it when I got up this morning though, every muscle in my body hurt from all the lumping around, I really need to return to my exercise classes once we get back.
I make my way across the room, grab my laptop and sit on my new chair, putting my feet up on the coffee table I got yesterday that I have set up in front of the French doors leading to the courtyard. I check my emails and to do list for the week so I don’t fall behind on work. After the accident, I didn’t take on as many clients as we had before, work took a backseat to everything else going on but it has started picking up again. So much so, that I am starting to think I may need to find an office and hire another designer. It’s amazing to think the dream we had when we were teenagers might just come true. I’m shutting my laptop down when I hear Ryan’s footsteps coming down the stairs.
“Two cases? You know we are only going for seven days, right?” he says laughing as he pops his head around the door.
“I’m a woman, I can’t help it. I’m making the most of it so shut the hell up. Don’t tell me, you’ve just got a tiny backpack or something pathetic?” I walk over to the front door, slipping my flip-flops on as I go and notice I’m not far wrong, he has a small suitcase, which looks tiny next to mine. I roll my eyes at him “Whatever,” I shrug as I get to him. “I’ll carry yours!” I say over my shoulder as I make my way to his car.
The journey has been so much fun, I synced my phone to Ryan’s car, much to his delight, and we have been listening to and singing along with my favourite old school songs as well as playing stupid travelling games and taking the piss out of the other drivers we passed. We are now driving through the most picturesque little Cornish village only ten minutes away from our beach hut according to the satnav.
“Wow,” I say as we pull up to our allocated parking space on the edge of the small cliff the beach huts are sat in, all you can see is the bay in front of us. “Definitely cannot complain about the view,” I say getting out the car and going to the fence at the very edge to look over. “Oh my god, look how cute they are!” I can see the top of five beach huts from here with their huge balconies overlooking the bay.
“Come on, grab some stuff,” Ryan says from behind me as he gets all the suitcases out of the car. “We are in number one, so it’s this way by the looks of it,” he says nodding his head over to a sign. We make our way down the winding path to our little home for the week and I swear the view keeps getting better.
When we get to our hut, I can’t believe my eyes. It has to be the nicest of all the ones we have passed. Its balcony wraps around three sides, there is a section for eating with a white bistro set, at the front there is a giant outside bed for lounging on as well as wooden sun loungers and on the final side is the hot tub. The way it is set in to the cliff makes it totally secluded and right at the end of the path, we could go the whole week and not see anyone else if we wanted to.
“Don’t just stand there staring, let’s go check out the inside,” Ryan says opening the little gate.
“I think I’m in love,” I state when I get inside. The front wall of the beach hut has glass sliding doors so they can be totally opened. All of the furniture in the open plan kitchen/dinner and living room is white and all the accessories are bright and multi-coloured, bringing the sunshine inside. The bedroom and bathroom are at the back of the hut and follow the same theme. “I want one,” I say whilst spinning around taking everything in.
“The internet didn’t really do it any justice, did it?” Ryan says putting the suitcases on the stand in the bedroom.
“Ahhhhh,” I sigh as I sink in the warm water of the hot tub. As soon as we put our cases in the hut this afternoon we went in search of a supermarket. When we got back I made us grilled salmon and asparagus with a green salad and Eaton Mess for dessert with local strawberries, it was so good. I think I may have embarrassed Ryan a little with the appreciative noises I was making whilst eating it. Ryan washed up as I cooked the dinner, while I went and put on my first bikini of the week to test out the awesome hot tub. I decided after much deliberation to go with the 1950’s style red and white polka dot one because it covered up more skin than the others so it wouldn’t be so good for getting a tan but perfect for tonight.
So with a full plastic wine glass in hand I am sat here watching the sky change colour as the sun makes its descent for the night and waiting for Ryan to appear. I was going to wait for him so we could get in together but he was adamant for me to go and start enjoying myself.
Eventually he comes out of the hut wearing a pair pale blue board shorts that hang deliciously low on his hips showing off all his defined muscles and his sexy v that had me almost drooling the other day. I try my best to keep my eyes on his face but it’s almost painful to do.
I move over so he has enough space to get in but he seems to have paused at the steps. “Come on, it’s so good.”
This seems to snap him out of his thoughts and he hops in.
“Is everything okay?” I ask noticing that he hasn’t looked at me yet and he looks really tense.
“Yeah fine, you?” he says unconvincingly.
“Yes, amazing. Thank you so much for sharing this with me, it is heaven.”
“No problem,” he says opening a can of beer. “When I booked it I thought the time alone would be good but as the months have gone on I couldn’t think of anything worse, I actually thought about cancelling it. So I guess we should be thanking dickhead Max for fucking up so you could come with me.”
“Wow, I didn’t think I’d be thankful to him for anything. Weird!” I raise my glass, “To Max screwing me over,” and touch it to Ryan’s can.
“To Max, his loss is my gain.” Ryan says, but quickly looks away. I can’t help but notice his cheeks redden slightly. What is up with him tonight?
“So…I hate to ask but what is the plan for tomorrow? You said you wanted to celebrate, not be miserable right?” I question gently, not really wanting to bring the subject up.
“Well, as Jo told me for months after the accident, focus on the good times you had and celebrate what you had together not on what you have lost. I’m not totally sure how to do that but I’m sure we’ll come up with something,” he says sounding unsure all of a sudden.
