To be fair, he hasn’t given me much to work with as far as faults go.
‘And I with you,’ he says trying not to laugh, ‘when I heard you say?—’
‘If you say “up the bum”, I’m leaving.’
He starts sniggering. ‘Honestly, there’s so much to choose from but I’ll go with when I heard you telling CHAP 3 to choke on her own vomit. We’ve all been wanting to say that to her for months. But none of us had the guts.’
He stops laughing to give me a serious look.
‘Libby, you are my ideal woman. I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re funny, you’re smart, you’re adventurous and spontaneous…’
‘What did I say about showering me with compliments?’ I say in a teasing voice. All we are missing is fireworks, but at that moment we see a shooting star streak across the night sky.
‘Make a wish,’ he says.
‘Way ahead of you,’ I say, pulling him down to the warm sand.
‘You’re giving me that look,’ he says hoarsely, the energy between us becoming instantly charged. A white-hot surge of electricity shoots through me as I place my hand on his chest. His heart is racing too.
‘Kiss me.’
He doesn’t need asking twice.
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