Friends in high places. Friends in low places on Friday, more like. I bitched about it beforehand, but it was proper fun, no question. Too much fun. I texted him. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t, but I wanted the extra buzz on top – that fizzing feeling deep inside of me. A...
he texts to say he’s arrived, and I clatter down the stairs, weighed down by the picnic I stayed up until midnight assembling (I needed a distraction, there was no way I could sleep). I look up and down the street, but there’s no sign of him, until he unfolds himself from a tiny yellow vehicle th...
I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy. Happy slash anxious. I haven’t slept for a month, anticipating this holiday, the excitement churning my stomach and gripping my heart. Ten days in the same house – or gite, as I now know it’s called – with Jim. I’d only seen him once since the party night,...