Page 26 of Love Will Save the Day
Auguste grins. ‘I think I have no choice, yes? You always following me around.’
‘I am not.’
‘I am in the kitchen. Bess is in the kitchen. You are a phantom.’
‘Phantom? What?’
‘You know…’ Auguste closes his eyes as he tries to come up with the correct wording for what he’s trying to say. ‘Shadow!’ he says eventually. ‘You are my shadow!’
‘Or maybe you’re mine. Did you ever think of it that way?’
Auguste shrugs. ‘Are you comfortable?’
Without waiting for an answer, he leans forward, into the danger zone of my infectious personal space and re-arranges the pillows so they’re not so lopsided. My heart unexpectedly starts to thump. He’s so close that I think my breath steams up his glasses slightly.
‘I’m so, um, comfortable, yes. Thank you,’ I mumble, willing my heart to stop pounding because what the heck does it think it is doing?
‘Good,’ Auguste says, with the same indecipherable tone in which he says most other things. He looks, for a moment, as if he is going to say something else. But then he doesn’t. He just presses his hand to my shoulder slightly before taking my empty mug, turning around and leaving the room.
