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‘I’m starving,’ Lucy said.
‘Me too.’
I studied the rather impressive menu which, in addition to the obvious fish and chips, also offered lobster, crab, and oysters, and surprisingly, steak. There was so much choice I couldn’t decide what I fancied.
But all this talk of sex was making me a little hungry for something other than food. I wouldn’t mind some bedroom activity of my own. Or activity anywhere, come to that.
Maybe I should ask for the waiter’s number when I ordered. Just in case.
Or maybe I should see if Elliot, Sam’s handsome photographer friend did fancy a holiday fling.
But perhaps that wasn’t wise.
