‘I am sorry.’ He looks chastised. ‘I couldn’t help it.’
‘Oh my!’ I splutter. ‘You are such a jerk!’
‘There she is.’ He grins. ‘Throwing insults at me is your favourite thing.’
‘I’m going to make revenge my new favourite thing,’ I brood.
‘I shall look forward to that. About what you just said, Nina.’
‘Yes?’ I bite my lip, suddenly nervous.
He steps forward, brings me closer to him again.
‘I couldn’t give a damn if you’re the key out of here or not. You’re right, one eternal Monday with you is far better than a life without you.’
‘You like me too.’
‘You know I do.’
‘So tell me, Callum, have you ever experienced altitude sickness? Climbed a big mountain, maybe?’
‘I think it’s time for us to stop talking,’ he murmurs, hands running through my hair. He eases my bag off my shoulder and sets it down between his feet. ‘I would very much like to kiss you now.’
‘Hmm,’ I say, pretending to mull this over as I press myself close. ‘Have you sought permission from the relevant authorities? Have you added it to my calendar? Because I’m going to need something in writing.’
‘If this is your revenge, then it is torturous,’ says Callum, his lips inches from mine, pupils dilated.
‘No.’ I shake my head. ‘That will be far worse, and served cold.’
‘Understood.’ He smiles.
And I cannot wait any longer. I step onto my tiptoes and kiss him.
TWENTY-ONE
‘I can’t believe we’re doing this,’ I say, mouth still on his, wrapped up in Callum’s arms in the middle of duty-free.
‘Are you happy?’ he asks, pausing to look at me, which makes me huff impatiently.
‘I am very happy, but especially when you are kissing me. Please don’t stop.’
‘Got it.’ He beams.
‘Get a room,’ tuts a passer-by.
How rude! Aren’t airports made for emotional scenes like this one?
‘They clearly haven’t seen the start ofLove, Actually,’ Callum whispers, making me laugh.
‘There’s so much more I want to learn about you.’
‘The feeling is mutual. First question: what is the tune you hum all the time?’
I stop and give him a look.
‘I don’t hum all the time.’
He gives me this loveable grin. ‘Do you not know you’re doing it?’
