She had been dreaming that she’d been kidnapped and tossed into the boot of a car. At least, she’d thought it was a dream but now she wasn’t so sure, because her body was still jumping around.It took several moments before she realised that she was lying on her back in bed, and that her body was jumping because Tom was bouncing on top of her.‘What are you doing?’ she demanded, trying weakly to push him away. ‘Gerroff.’‘Sshhhh,’ he gasped, his breath coming in short bursts as he picked up speed. ‘Just stay like that … stay like – aaggghhh!’He stiffened and arched his back, and Chloe felt nauseous when she saw the gargoyle-like grimace on his heavily shadowed face. But when he then flopped down on her she released an involuntary whoosh of breath, and croaked, ‘I can’t breathe!’‘God, that was good,’ Tom panted as he pushed himself up onto his elbows and gazed down at her. ‘And you enjoyed it, too – didn’t you?’Chloe didn’t answer: she was too busy wondering what was going on.
