Chapter Eight
I really want to f**k him right there on the rock, but he’s right. It isn’t appropriate and one of us probably will slip a disc from trying to. So, as much as I want to push him back down and have my wicked way, I back up and let him lead me home.
We chat inanely until we get close to Mum’s.
“Thanks for today.” I smile. “It was good to get away.”
“Sure, no problem. You know I’ve got work on tomorrow, but maybe we can meet again on Friday?”
“Yeah.” I nod. “I’d like that. It’ll have to be the afternoon though, because Mum will insist on dragging me out to Buxton to do the shopping in the morning.”
“Okay, well I’ll loiter by the tree at the back of your house about two-ish then.”
“Sounds perfect.”
“Right, well, I better go. You don’t need to be seen walking with me throu
