I grilled waffles, listening to the sound of the running water as Mel continued her shower while I mixed up the batter and dug the waffle maker out of my kitchen cupboards. I had real maple syrup as well, a Canadian brand and difficult to find in Australia - one of our favorite rare treats as kids, just as rare in Hawaii.
Marriage. The word kept running through my mind. I was going to get married. To Mel. My Mel.
I had to focus on the waffles.
The last pair were just finishing up when Mel slipped out of the bathroom and walked past me, naked, into the guest room where her luggage was. She came back out shortly after dressed in a bra and panties, grey and lace with pink flower decorations. Mel took one look at me and rolled her eyes, stepping into my room and coming back out with a pair
