I saw Vic changing at work the next morning—we kept spare uniforms in the branch and he’d spilled some beer on his waistcoat the night before. I remembered it happening. We’d stayed on in the office after everyone had gone, then we brought in some bottles and drank and laughed and touched each other up until we were close to desperate to f**k. I swung my leg over the arm of his chair and planted my arse on his lap, and that was when his beer got splashed on his clothes. Didn’t matter to me, I was intending to take them off very soon. I took his face in my hands, staring at those astonishing, heavy-lidded blue eyes and pushed my mouth on to his. We hadn’t left the branch until long after midnight.
I shivered and groaned, blaming my disorientation this morning on a head thick with too much
