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The palace gardens were sprawling- the paths snaked through thick hedges, pavilions, crops of fruit trees, a lake and a grotto. Brock led Ronnie through to where he had organised for dinner to be served, on the patio by the greenhouse. Great gardens and groves made way to a secluded path. They walked side by side. She had that itch - she hadn’t felt like this since the first time she wanted to hold a boy's hand. Where you wanted to, and you agonised over whether they did too. And then that moment when you knew they did - well that was what it was like for her as she could feel it the moment before they would act, and if they didn’t act she knew when they wanted to. It meant that she often made the first move. She couldn’t feel it from Brock yet. He was swinging rapidly from absolute desi