She sat up eagerly in the oversized couch; swamped in the cushions until she had heard the key in the door. Rebecca stepped in shutting the door behind her. “What time do you call this?” Poor Rebecca jumped. She had been sneaking in on her tip-toes as not to disturb Lucy. It had gone past midnight. Jackson and she had been snogging the faces of each other since they left the restaurant at 11pm. It had only taken 15 minutes to get here. She folded the Cashmiena placing it on the arm of the humongous couch, not saying anything; just very cool calm and relaxed. Lucy’s eyes boring through her. “Well, come on spill.” Rebecca slopped down on the couch. “Oh my God Lucy, he’s so fucking hot! I swear he had my knees trembling. Genie Mac that man can kiss!” Lucy was on the edge of her seat. “So… go on.
