They’d spent two idyllic days together. It was almost as if the break-up had never happened – they’d made love for hours and lay in each other’s arms, talking, seamlessly slipping back into their old relationship, or so it felt to Crystal. She longed to ask if these two days meant that they were together again, but fear of rejection kept her silent. ‘I should unpack,’ Crystal started to say, wanting to go with him, but wondering if she should play it cool. ‘Come back,’ Jake repeated. ‘I’ll make you dinner.’ ‘And what should I do?’ Crystal asked flirtatiously. ‘You can provide dessert.’ But it seemed someone had already started cooking at Jake’s flat – when he opened the front door, the first thing they both noticed was a delicious smell of roast chicken. ‘Wow, I am impressed,’ Crystal said. ‘You can cook remotely?’ ‘Shit,’ Jake said, running his hand over his head in exasperation. ‘I’d forgotten. Stella’s here.’ ‘Crystal looked at him questioningly and he went on, ‘Yeah, she’s staying here while her flat is redecorated.’ ‘I thought I heard you.’ Stella came into the hallway.
