The bed was a lovely warm cocoon that smelled deliciously of Luke. I never wanted to leave it. But—oh, wait a sec! Weren’t we supposed to—and didn’t I—? Oh, God, I fell asleep! I was the worst girlfriend ever! Luke pushed the door open and I looked up guiltily. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” he said. He didn’t look mad. “Hey,” I said cautiously. “Erm. Did I fall asleep?” He nodded. “Before we—?” “Before we.” I scrunched up my face. “I’m sorry. I really am. I didn’t mean to…” “Well, better before than during. Sophie. We have to talk.” Uh-oh. “Look,” I began, before he could go any further, “I was really tired, okay, I couldn’t help it, and that time in New York we got interrupted, remember? I’m awake now and I—” “Have to go in and see Karen,” Luke finished for me. I’m afraid my face fell. “She wants you there in twenty minutes. So get up and get dressed and while you’re doing that, tell me all about that huge bruise on your leg and the lump on the back of your head and all the road grit in your arm.
