So. Let's pick up where we left of. With Andrew and Bridget!
Everything!
Bridget
"Home, sweet home" Andrew mumbled as he closed the door to the appartment behind him. Bridget looked at him and smiled. Juliet were still staying at a friends house. She left the beach house after two days. She'd agreed to take her "bodyguard" with her, or Andrew wouldn't let her. Andrew smiled at Bridget. It's was just the two of them for now. Solomon didn't have to stay in the apartment now they had all the safety installed. So they were all alone.
"So, here we are" Brigdet said, looking around. "Here we are" Andrew agreed. Bridget put her luggage on the floor, and looked at Andrew once again. Was it hot inhere? She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "All alone" she whispered. Andrew dropped the bags to the floor. He looked at Bridget with a crooked smile on his face, and slowly he walked over to her. He ran his hand down her arm, and gave her a gentle kiss on the head. And just like that. It was like someone put a lit match to gasoline. Everything exploded.
Andrew pushed her against the wall, as his lips met hers in a deep, longing, lusting kiss. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him as close as possible. Andrew wrapped his arms around her and lifted her from the floor, her legs wrapping 'round his waist. "I've waited for this, ever since I saw you in that dress" he breathed against her lips, a carried her off to the bedroom.
Bridget starred into the closet. What to choose. Before her life as Siobhan, she almost never wore a dress. And since that life stopped, she hadn't worn one, because she didn't own one. These dresses were all Siobhan's. She had a separate wardrobe for the beach house. Bridget shook her head. "Just pick something" she said out loud. She flipped through the dresses, like flipping through a magazine. Dress upon dress. She almost gave up, until finding the perfect dress. A flowing light blue silk dress with spaghetti straps. And best of all, the price-tag was still attached. Which meant, Andrew had never seen Siobhan in the dress. Bridget smiled, as she slipped into the dress. It fitted like a glove.
Andrew
He finished his call. Everything was ready for tonight. He sat down on a chair by the kitchen counter, and poured two glasses of wine. He took a sip of one of them. His hand were shaking. Why did he feel so nervous? He had lived with Bridget for months, but that was when she was someone else. This Bridget, the real one, he hardly knew. It felt kind of like a first date.
He heard her before he saw her. She came around the corner, and his heart skipped a beat. She look breathtaking. Her blond hair were falling 'round her shoulders like the waves of the ocean. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, and the high heels made her legs look like they went on forever and ever.
"You look..." he started, starring at her. Bridget smiled, and tucked a lock of hair behind her ears, flashing a pair of diamond earrings. He knew all of these things belonged to her sister, but she would never look as good in them, as Bridget did right now. Bridget walked over, and Andrew held out the other glass of wine. Bridget stopped, and starred at the glass. "I... I can't" she said, looking up, eyes widened. Andrew looked at her, and then he remembered. "A.A." they both said at the same time. An awkward silence fell upon the room. He walked over to the sink, and poured both glasses of wine into it. When he turned around, he saw Bridget sitting on a chair, fidgeting with her bracelet. She looked embarrassed. He wanted to punch himself for not remembering. After all. Hadn't he thrown it into her face when he found out about her and Siobhan?
Andrew took a deep breath, and plastered a smile on his face. "Are you ready?" he asked Bridget, smiling at her. She looked up at him, with a tiny smile. "Yes". He went over and took her hand. And together they walked out to the car, where Solomon were holding the door open for them. I silence they rode to the restaurant, a small places, placed so closely by the sea, that it looked like the waves would eat it up, when you least expected it.
The hostess showed them to their table, Andrew pulled out the chair for Bridget, and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, when she sat down. He was determent to have a lovely evening, and didn't want the screw up with the wine to decide their mood. After a while they started talking, and soon both of them relaxed, and they laughed, and had a nice time. But they continued to ignore the elephant in the room. Siobhan. Andrew took a deep breath. It was now or never. "So" Andrew started. Bridget looked at him. "I lived with you for months, and I thought I knew everything about you. But as it turns out, I know nothing!" he continued. Bridget's smile froze, and she put the knife and fork back on the table. She took a sip of her sparkling water. "What do you want to know" she asked in a small voice, while carefully looking at him.
Andrew looked at her, reached over and took her hand. "Everything!"
Bridget
Everything! How could she tell him everything? She looked at Andrew. There was so much to tell. He never knew she existed. She hadn't figured in any of the childhood memories Siobhan told Andrew about. She had no idea where to start. She just starred at him. Andrew smiled at her. "It's okay" he said. "I really want to now everything. To give us a chance. I have to no" he explained. Okay, she thought. Okay. "Well" she started. "My name is Bridget Kelly. And I'm an alcoholic".
Bridget stretched in bed. Andrew laid by her side, on his side, looking at her. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right at this moment?". Bridget giggled. Her hair was a mess, her make up had probably smeared, and she was naked, ergo bruises showing. Andrew ran a finger down her back. She twisted. It tickled. Suddenly he pulled her closer, and tangled his fingers into her hair. She ran a finger over his lips, and planted at soft kiss on them. "Don't let me go, okay?" she whispered. He hugged her tightly. And with that, they both fell asleep.
Bridget suddenly woke. The doorbell was ringing. She looked at Andrew who was fast asleep, she smiled, as she wriggled free of him, and slipped on a robe. Silently she walked to the door and opened. "Delivery for Bridget Kelly". A florist delivery guy, with an bored expression on his face stood in front of her. Bridget signed for is, wondering who would send her flowers. The box was a velvet box, with a big black bow around. Slowly she opened the box. And dropped it to the floor. She opened the card attached to the ribbon. And started shaking.
Andrew appeared in the hallway, and stared at the content of the box, spread all over the floor. Bridget looked at him, with tears welling up in her eyes. He hurried to her, and took her into his arms. "It's okay, it's okay" he whispered, trying to control his anger. "We'll get him".
On the floor, there were picture after picture. Pictures of her at the beach, her sleeping in bed, her eating, her showering, and her sitting at the restaurant with Andrew. All cut up into pieces. And then there was the note.
"I hope you had a great vacation. Ready for round two? HORE!"