Are you back yet?” I called up the stairs toward Nicky’s room. I could see the door, closed tightly. I’d let myself in, ready for a hot shower and maybe some lunch if there was anything in the fridge. “I’m due at Mum’s for supper tonight, but I’ve got the afternoon off, and as it’s your half day, I thought we might—”
Nicky appeared quite suddenly from the living room, grabbing my arms, slamming my body back against the wall. He never spoke, just kissed me hard. Then harder. He tasted of beer and bread, so I knew he’d been at the pub for lunch with his boss. I kissed back, greedy, my tongue thrusting into his mouth. I let him push me; I liked it. I liked the aggression bubbling underneath, even if it was in play. I loved the feel of him against me, his tight muscles, his fingers biting int
