I FEEL YOU- Part I
I FEEL YOU
I feel you. Your heart, it sings.
I feel you. The joy it brings.
Where heaven waits there’s golden gates
And back again.
You take me to
And lead me through oblivion.
This is the morning of our love.
It’s just the dawning of our love.
Lucy woke up in a pool of golden sun rays coming through the slightly parted curtains, pleasantly tickling the palm of her feet.
She stayed like that for a moment enjoying the calming sound of the air conditioning humming from the other room then she rolled on her back and propped herself slightly up with a pillow, assessing her hangover which was surprisingly very mild and benevolent.
Outside the window, the white and gold buildings shimmered in the sunlight and the Strip ran to the distance, dissolving into the plain periphery and the mountain decorating the horizon.
Lucy turned on her side, propping her head on her hand and watched James sleeping on his stomach next to her; she admired his naked body, his messy hair and his peaceful pout, the arms bent over his head made his wide back contract ever so slightly in toned, ripped muscles; she reached out and let a finger hover over his spine as she moved it down to his perfect, round bottom, where she pinched the hard flesh.
James’ soft scoff proved he was awake.
Lucy retreated her hand quickly as if she had been caught doing something naughty.
“Please continue,” said James behind a grin and closed eyes.
James’ hoarse sleepy voice sent shivers down Lucy’s spine.
The man turned on his side and eventually opened his eyes.
“Good morning, my love.”
Lucy placed her head on the pillow and took James’ hand.
“Good morning, my love,” she repeated with a smile.
“How are you feeling?” He chuckled registering his own hangover.
Lucy combed his hair back.
“I’ve been worst but I wished the bad stopped rocking.”
They both laughed, James shared the sentiment.
“How about some breakfast?” He asked. “Or lunch...no idea!”
“Definitely lunch,” said Lucy checking the time on the clock on the bedside table.
“Ok, let me go to the bathroom then we can order room service.”
He unsteadily stood up and made his way to the bathroom.
“You know I just remembered, I had the weirdest dream!” He yelled from the other room.
Lucy rolled on her stomach, reaching out for her phone.
“Really? I had a bizarre one too!” She giggled.
Her notifications alerted her that she had a voicemail.
“I dreamt that we got married,” she shouted, laughing at the silliness of the dream.
“What did you say?” James hurried back into the bedroom, his eyes wide.
She called the voice mail number and let the pre-recorded voice introduce the message.
“Oh relax it was just a dream, it meant nothing...”
James stared at her for a long second.
“I had the same dream...”
Lucy’s head jerked up, her eyes wide as a deadly serious expression appeared on her face.
A thick silence between them.
“What?” James’ voice was barely audible.
Lucy replayed the message.
"Good morning Miss Hamilton, this is Jill, from the Little White Chapel. First of all, congratulations on the wedding...”
The black Limousine left James and Lucy near the Grand Arena entrance at the MGM Grand hotel, where they were about to watch the boxing match that had been Lucy’s Christmas gift to James.
The couple walked into the hotel and managed to turn looks even in the busy hall. Lucy was in a stretch bodycon bustier dress the colour of dark cherries, her black D&G sandals had rubies on the block heels for a perfect match. Her long bob was curled in waves that touched her shoulders and her make up was dark and rock. James complemented her style in an all-black combo of boots, ripped jeans and t-shirt paired with a soft leather jacket with red trimmings.
They held hands and walked to the entrance of the arena, where an usher directed them to their seats in the front row.
“I don’t know how you pulled this off baby, these are some of the best seats!” James said in her ear over the loud music playing over the speakers.
“Oh, no big deal. I don’t really need my house savings anyway,” she joked.
James frowned for a second, feeling guilty regardless of her joke.
“At least let me buy you a drink! What do you want?”
“I’ll have a rum and Coke, please!”
James nodded and made his way to the outside bar.
Hey chuck, we’re at the match right now. Thank you so much again for the tickets, James looks so happy!
She texted Harriet.
“Those are very aggressive shoes. Takes a girl with confidence to wear them...”
Lucy turned to the voice coming from her right: two black eyes were holding her gaze. A black beard framed a squared jaw and caramel skin.
“Erm...thanks...” she replied with a weak smile.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to weird you out,” the man said, fleshing pearly teeth. “I’m Brian.”
Lucy took the hand he was offering and shook it.
“Lucy,” she said. “And it’s ok. I’ve been told weirder things.” Her smile was a bit more convincing now.
“So, are you here for Carson or Devon?” He asked, referring to the two boxers.
“Honestly, I don’t care. I’ve never watched a boxing match before, I’m here with my boyfriend, he’s the fan...”
Just as Lucy mentioned him, James appeared at her side with two plastic cups in hand and sat next to her.
Brian glimpsed a the actor and quickly back a Lucy.
“Well, you two have fun. It was nice meeting you, Lucy,” he said, lingering on her name.
Then he went back to his seat.
“You’re quick to make friends,” James said.
Lucy looked at him, studying his expression. When he winked at her she relaxed, she wasn’t in the mood for an argument.
“He complimented my shoes,” she simply said.
“They are good shoes,” replied James casually. “I think he was more passionate about the owner, though. How to blame him? She is stunning...”
Lucy sipped her cocktail through a paper straw, giving James a side glance.
“I also heard she has a very sexy boyfriend,” she pointed out.
“They sound like a head-turning couple,” conceded James, pulling her close in a side hug, his free hand softly caressing her thigh.
“So, who do we support?” Asked Lucy.
“Obviously,” repeated Lucy with sarcasm.
“I mean, the man won the last four matches with no less than eight rounds per match...”
“That means nothing to me, James.”
James laughed and quickly explained the rules of the game to Lucy, who now seemed also impressed but the boxer’s achievement.
“Well, go Carson then!”
Finally, the lights dimmed and the show began.
Being so close to the ring was certainly a unique experience, it gave Lucy a mixed feeling of excitement and fear. The fight was brutal and it wasn’t long before some blood was spilt and she found herself often squeezing James’ hand, she looked away from the stage when one of the athletes was floored by a single punch to the jaw.
“Are you ok?” Asked James over the loud cheering.
Lucy nodded and smiled, reassuring her boyfriend but in the back of her mind, she couldn’t stop picturing James in the fight, a memory of the video she had seen two months before flashed into her brain.
She swallowed a big gulp of her fresh rum and coke and concentrated on the show again. She would have never understood that sport, but James was having a great time and if practising it helped with his emotions then she would welcome it.
When Carson floored the opponent again Lucy cheered along with James.
They looked at each other and shared an excited, complicit look.