Travels in Eire #63

Cailin, her mother, and gran were busy in the kitchen making food displays for the tray that would be put out and preparing the last of the food. Darren was with Cailin's dad as they were bringing in chairs and setting up the bar area. Cailin had no doubt that her dad and Darren would throw back at least one shot of Jameson as they were getting things set up. In fact, she was sure she heard a quiet “slainte” coming from the other room and smiled to herself.

Party time was about an hour away and Cailin and Darren headed upstairs to get ready. Darren was assigned the room next to Cailin and she showed him the shower.
“What, no jet shower?” Darren teased as he knew some things would be different.
“Just don't you go using all the hot water Darren Ryan. I'm not about to take a cold shower for tonight!” Cailin reminded Darren that it was not as readily plentiful as in Ireland using a water heater.

“I'll be quick, lassie,” Darren smiled and said as he headed to the shower.

Darren was true to his words and was finished in a few minutes even leaving Cailin plenty of hot water for her turn. The rest of the family were already done for the day, so it was just the two of them upstairs. Cailin hurried through her shower also so she would have plenty of time to dry her long curly hair. She walked out of the bathroom with a bath towel wrapped around herself only to see Darren standing in his doorway with a bath towel wrapped around his waist with that devilish smile on his face.

“I thought you'd be dressed by......” Cailin started to say as Darren pulled her into his room and closed the door. Cailin was now up against the door and Darren had his two arms on the door above her shoulders.

“And what are you expecting to do here Mr. Ryan?” Cailin knew very well what Darren had in mind as he leaned in to Cailin with a passionate deep kiss that seemed to last forever. Cailin's heart was pounding. She could feel his warm chest and smell his freshly washed skin. She wanted this every bit as much as Darren. She also knew she was in big trouble here if she didn't get a hold of herself soon.

Cailin pried her arms between them up against Darren's chest. There was a momentary pause of weakness as she touched his strong chest, but she gathered all her nerve together and pushed Darren apart from her.

Darren started to laugh, almost uncontrollably.

“What is going on?” Cailin couldn't understand the reason for the laughing.

“I just wanted to make sure you remembered who is waiting for you in bed at night. I'm not silly enough to toss you in bed in your parents house when we are not even married yet. But the thought did cross my mind,” Darren teased Cailin.

“Better lock your door Mr. Ryan, I may come after you!” Cailin teased back, turned quickly and headed to her room.

As soon as Cailin dressed and dried her hair she knocked on Darren's door. There was no answer. She started down the stairs and saw her handsome finance standing by the bar with a drink in hand chatting up her father. They obviously had hit it off quiet well. She knew her parents would like Darren. How could they not? Handsome, talented, and very out-going.

Cailin had her engagement ring on and also the Connemara marble heart that Darren had given her just after they first met. She reached up to touch it and realized it had a warm feeling to it, even though marble is a cool stone.

Brinnnnggg!! The first of the guests were starting to arrive.