(Zane POV)
Orville and I are smooching in a nice warm bubble bath with rose petals all over. As he pulled away, he took his glass of champagne and finished it in one gulp. I kissed his chest before snuggling to him closer.
"Aren't you going to drink your champagne?"
"I don't really drink, Orville." I said.
"You're missing something incredible, Zane."
"Well, I'm doing my liver a favor." I rebutted.
"Touché!" He said while his fingers are playing with my hair.
I feel so carefree and at peace. I have never felt this kind of serenity before, probably except for the time I was in my mom's womb. That said, I cannot remember anything else that is as tranquil as this moment.
Me soaked in a warm scented water in my lover's grasp is definitely an ideal night to have everyday for the rest of my life.
It was completely silent but both of us are fully awake and I am almost sure that Orville, same as me, is purging the negative energy out of him by being in the zone of relaxation, not letting anything come through his mind. I used my index finger to trail it along Orville's skin or to draw invisible stick figures as a way to entertain myself.
"Orville?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure!"
"Have you talked to Eloise about you…divorcing her?" I asked and he looked at me.
"I don't mean to pry or to be overzealous but I have to admit, when you chose me over her, it really did something for me. My heart leapt and I know it's probably wrong because you still have a family but the heart wants what the heart wants, right?"
"What exactly are you saying, Zane?"
"I think I love you too, Orville." I said before sharing an amorous kiss with each other. After pulling away, Orville looked up the ceiling for a while as if he was being circumspect about something before looking at me in the eyes.
"I did and she said it would be for the best."
I couldn't believe it. Things are really looking up for me.
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I woke up to the other side of the bed empty and from the loud and furious voice coming from Orville down stairs. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 3:24 am, who could he be talking to right at this hour? It must be Eloise.
"I did not!"
I walked closer to the door so I can eavesdrop and listen to what he is shouting about.
"Harold! That is not my intention. What do you mean by retaliating? You have no idea what's really going on here so you stay out of it."
Is it about business? Is it about friendship? Is it about me?
"I know. That's what I said but people change their minds."
He changed his mind about something. I wonder what it is. It probably doesn't concern me. What are the odds that it is me they are talking about, right?
I went back to bed and pulled the covers over me. It didn't take long for Orville to end his conversation with Harold and hang up on him. I can hear his footsteps coming up stairs. He entered the room and is very careful closing the door. He then rejoined me and scooted closer next to me so he can spoon me in his arms.
"You sound angry!"
"Oh, did I wake you up?"
"I guess you did."
"Sorry." He said before kissing my neck. "It's just business. Harold is too insistent on something. Nothing to worry about."
"Just as I thought!"
With that, Orville and I continued our peaceful and romantic slumber.