Y – Yoga
Connor was awaiting her return; he was sunning himself on the deck of their rented villa while she had been directing a shoot. It was supposed to be a vacation, yet she had managed to pack in at least two days work on location while they were in Italy.
He heard movement coming from inside and he stretched his tired muscles, pulling himself up from the lounger. He stepped in through the glass doors and shivered as the air conditioning blasted on his bare torso. Walking quietly, barefoot on the tiles, he made his way to the kitchen. She was standing, staring into the freezer, with her back to him.
He snuck up behind her, twisting an arm around her waist, making her jump, and placed a kiss to the crook of her neck. 'What are you doing looking in there, don't tell me you're contemplating cooking a meal.' His breathe was hot in her ear.
She huffed. 'Hardly!' She snapped and spun in his embrace, only then did he notice she was clutching an ice pack to her eye.
He stepped back, mouth open, and lifted the pack from her face. He gasped at the vivid purple swelling around the socket of her eye and across her cheekbone. 'What the hell happened?'
'Some crazy bitch jumped me!' She exclaimed. 'The shoot was packing up and I was walking back to the car and BAM! This psycho appeared from nowhere and blindsided me!'
'Why?' He asked, bending slightly to survey the damage.
'How the hell should I know! Enough with the questions, sympathy please!' She pouted.
He laughed at her. 'Aw, c'mere.' He pulled her in tight with one arm and she rested the non damaged side of her face against his chest, he placed a kiss on top of her head. 'So there was no reason? She didn't say anything at all?'
Wilhelmina leaned back. 'Actually she did, but it made no sense.'
'What?'
'She said: This is for fish.'