Wearing one of Nick’s shirts, Steph crept downstairs like a woman who’d spent a night at her boyfriend's house and wasn’t sure who else he lived with. Last night’s post reveal sex had been explosive, needy and downright hot. Nick in a silk nightie had done funny things to her down below. It felt nice against her skin when they’d tumbled together.
At the breakfast table reading his paper, Nick sat. They wore their shirt and tie, and braces. All traces of Nicola had gone. She still didn’t know whether or not she should be calling the other woman Nicola. After the first kiss there had been a lot of noise but none of it could be classed as a conversation.
Under his braces she ran her hands down his warm chest and kissed his cheek. “Love you, honey.”
They turned their sexy smile towards her. Their eyes narrowed and gave her the come on. The kiss was deep. She tasted the coffee and jam from his breakfast, had a brief moment of being worried about morning breath, and continued. Time disappeared until she needed to come up for air.
“Oh my God. You two. I get up early just this once and I’m subjected to a disgusting display of heterosexuality.” Ellie picked her plate up and took it to the sink. “Anyone would think you didn’t have a room. You know one with a door that you can shut.”
“Good morning, dear.” Steph went over to make herself a cup of coffee. “Plans for the day?”
“Yeah. I have Harry Potter in German and a dictionary. I’m going to try and read it.”
“You don’t know German do you?”
“Not yet but I want to learn in case I decide I’m going to university there. Although Brexit may have put an end to that.” She pulled herself up on the worktop. “So gather you and Dad are good then?”
Nick came over. They looked angry. “She knows?”
“Yes. I told the people at home ed group and Jake overheard.”
“I didn’t say you could tell other people.” They picked up their briefcase and suit jacket. “I wasn’t ready for anyone else to know. I’m gong to work.” Nick left the kitchen.
Steph ran into the hallway and out onto the driveway, forgetting she had nothing but a shirt on. “I’m sorry. You didn’t say...”
“I didn’t think I’d have to. Why do you want people to know?”
She was confused now. And she blinked at him. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Their anger baffled her. “Nick, don’t leave angry like this.”
They ignored her and got in the car, slamming the door.
The old lady next door chose that moment to come out. Not as anything interesting just out of her front door. To be fair she went out at the same time every day. “Are you OK, dearie?”
“Fine. Thanks.” But Steph was not OK. She’d messed up without even thinking about it. This was Nick’s secret to tell and not hers. She wasn’t sure how to tell them she’d also told Stefan.
"Best Possible Taste" is very loosely based on real life events.