through the thin curtains, covering the windows. She
squeezed her eyes shut, her mind chasing sleep until Josh’s insistent fingers
began to brush firmly against her breasts, causing her body to awaken, even if
her brain was left behind.
“Mmm.” Hanna refused to open her eyes fully. His lips
wrapped around her nipple, his tongue bathing and teeth grazing as it hardened
in response to his touch.
“Did I wake you?”
“Still asleep.” She smiled as she answered him, knowing she
had given herself away.
“Pretend this is just a dream then, a really nice dream.”
His lips were moving downward, and she found herself fisting the bed sheets,
her body responding to his touch.
Nice as it was, this was definitely no dream.
They had spent the whole summer together, travelling around
England to attend different gigs and music festivals. In late August they
returned to London where Josh had got a job working at The Guardian as a
trainee journalist.
“I have to get up, baby. I need to be in the office by
eight.” Josh leaned down and kissed her neck. “I’m shadowing a guy who is
travelling around some farms, trying to write an article on Foot and Mouth
disease.”
“Are you wearing Wellington boots? Can I call you Farmer
Brown?” Hanna smiled at the thought of Josh having to wallow through mud and
interview farmers about their Foot and Mouth experiences. The disease had
ravaged farms all across the country, culminating in a mass cull of animals.
Even Hanna had cried when she saw the images of carcasses stacked in huge piles
and being burned. She’d found it hard to get out of her mind for a long time.
“No and no. But you can get down and dirty with me when I
get home tonight. What have you got planned today?”
“It’s Ruby’s first day of school. I promised I’d walk her
there with Richard.”
As soon as she said the name, the corner of Josh’s lips
turned down with a scowl. When she introduced the two of them last Saturday,
they’d seemed to take an instant dislike to each other. It made everything feel
very awkward.
“What are you going to do for the rest of the day?”
Hanna read his subtext. He was asking if she was going to
spend the rest of the day with Richard. She swallowed hard, knowing just how
much she wanted to spend time with her friend. Ever since he’d arrived in
England he’d been so much fun. Smiling and laughing, and constantly winding her
up purposely, hoping to provoke her snarky responses.
“I’m not sure yet. I’ve been sent a reading list for next
year, so I should go and pick up some books. And I said I’d pop to Mum’s for
tea.”
“What time will you be home?” His words were staccato, and
his frown even more pronounced.
Hanna loved that he was jealous, and she loved even more
that he was describing his pokey little one-bedroomed flat as her home. Feeling
amorous, she flung the sheet away from her and ran over to him, throwing her
arms around him as she felt her naked body crush against his, the droplets from
his skin moistening her flesh.
“Whenever you want me.”
He grabbed hold of her and crushed her against him. She
could feel the telltale movement of his towel as he reacted to her touch. “I
want you all the time, that’s the problem. But some of us have to work for a
living, so I’ll be home by eight.”
“Okay, darling, I’ll have your ironing done, your dinner in
the oven, and the children will be in bed. Would you like your pipe and
slippers, too?”
“Fuck the pipe and slippers.”
“I’d rather you fucked me.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
WHEN HANNA ENTERED the Larsen house,
she could hear Ruby squealing all the way up in her bedroom.
“Hanna, you made it. Ruby will be so pleased.” Claire Larsen
walked into the hall from the kitchen, her hands at her ear as she fastened a
small pearl earring to her lobe. “As you can hear, there’s been no shortage of
screaming going on this morning.”
“Is she excited?” Hanna
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