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cups and said, “Now. I’m going to spread out a map of the world, not necessarily the right way up, and you’re going to close your eyes and point to our first des tination. Whatever happens, we’re setting off tomorrow.”
But what about that woman, and the child? What about your job? I wanted to ask. I remembered him telling me, during that magical night we’d spent eating, watching television and talking, that his life had come tumbling down around his ears and I recalled the pain in his voice, the anguish in his eyes. For half a second I let myself think that perhaps he needed me as much as I needed him. Maybe one day, when he’d learnt to trust me, he’d tell me why he hadn’t been able to call me. I knew I’d wait for his explanations for as long as it took.
I looked into his incredible b rown eyes, gazed longingly at the wide mouth with smile-lines radiating from it. Then I glanced down at the map. Anywhere in the whole world, and I’d be going there with him. It was a dream come true and I couldn’t suppress a laugh although the wise part of my brain told me I was heading for a fall. I didn’t care. I’d risk everything for the thrill of being with Magnus Winchester, just for the spark he gave me when he moved close enough for me to feel the curly hairs on his forearms.
I understood for the first time in my life how it must feel to be addicted to drugs, or to be an alcoholic. All I wanted was this stranger who’d come into my life so unexpectedly, turning it upside down, making me tingle all over, causing me to yearn to talk to him some more, to hear about every week of every year of his life. Even his voice was enough to send shivers of pleasure coursing through me. I couldn’t get enough of just being near him.
I waved my finger over the map, not caring where it landed. A Beijing slum would be paradise with Magnus at my side.
“York, Western Australia!” he laughed. “That’s just down the road. Try again.”
“I’m happy to go to York if you are,” I said. “I’ve never been there, even though it’s only 100km away. I’ve heard it’s a pretty little town with an interesting history.”
“I haven’t been there for years. Perhaps it’s a good place to start. It’s within Matilda’s capabilities, anyway.”
“Magnus, we haven’t really discussed arrangements,” I said, the killjoy part of my brain rearing its ugly head again. It kept telling me I mustn’t throw my life away. That I was being too gullible. Too like a stupid schoolgirl with a crush on the best-looking male teacher. “Obviously we’ll share expenses such as petrol and food equally,” I continued. “But what about accommodation? I’m not sure I’d feel comfortable sleeping in the van…”
“I thought about it all before I placed the ad, although in my wildest dreams I didn’t expect to be sharing Matilda with anyone as luscious as you…”
He carried on, through my scowl. I didn’t believe him.
“Matty’s actually pretty comfortable behind the tie-dyed curtain – that purple rag hanging behind the front seats,” he said. “There are two cosy mattresses side by side on the floor, a little cooker and a fridge. Obviously there’s no toilet or shower so we’ll have to stay in caravan parks. And if a bed and breakfast or a shady dell in a forest take our fancy, we’ll rethink.”
I knew I was going scarlet, picturing lying beside him every night, even if we were on twin mattresses. I knew from bitter experience how I react physically and squirmed as he took in the flush that would be spreading down to my neck, let alone what was happening to my nipples. If Magnus had even minimal experience of the fair sex – and I was sure he was as expert as Casanova – he’d know exactly how much I relished the idea of falling asleep every night to the musical sound of his breathing. I’d imagine
But what about that woman, and the child? What about your job? I wanted to ask. I remembered him telling me, during that magical night we’d spent eating, watching television and talking, that his life had come tumbling down around his ears and I recalled the pain in his voice, the anguish in his eyes. For half a second I let myself think that perhaps he needed me as much as I needed him. Maybe one day, when he’d learnt to trust me, he’d tell me why he hadn’t been able to call me. I knew I’d wait for his explanations for as long as it took.
I looked into his incredible b rown eyes, gazed longingly at the wide mouth with smile-lines radiating from it. Then I glanced down at the map. Anywhere in the whole world, and I’d be going there with him. It was a dream come true and I couldn’t suppress a laugh although the wise part of my brain told me I was heading for a fall. I didn’t care. I’d risk everything for the thrill of being with Magnus Winchester, just for the spark he gave me when he moved close enough for me to feel the curly hairs on his forearms.
I understood for the first time in my life how it must feel to be addicted to drugs, or to be an alcoholic. All I wanted was this stranger who’d come into my life so unexpectedly, turning it upside down, making me tingle all over, causing me to yearn to talk to him some more, to hear about every week of every year of his life. Even his voice was enough to send shivers of pleasure coursing through me. I couldn’t get enough of just being near him.
I waved my finger over the map, not caring where it landed. A Beijing slum would be paradise with Magnus at my side.
“York, Western Australia!” he laughed. “That’s just down the road. Try again.”
“I’m happy to go to York if you are,” I said. “I’ve never been there, even though it’s only 100km away. I’ve heard it’s a pretty little town with an interesting history.”
“I haven’t been there for years. Perhaps it’s a good place to start. It’s within Matilda’s capabilities, anyway.”
“Magnus, we haven’t really discussed arrangements,” I said, the killjoy part of my brain rearing its ugly head again. It kept telling me I mustn’t throw my life away. That I was being too gullible. Too like a stupid schoolgirl with a crush on the best-looking male teacher. “Obviously we’ll share expenses such as petrol and food equally,” I continued. “But what about accommodation? I’m not sure I’d feel comfortable sleeping in the van…”
“I thought about it all before I placed the ad, although in my wildest dreams I didn’t expect to be sharing Matilda with anyone as luscious as you…”
He carried on, through my scowl. I didn’t believe him.
“Matty’s actually pretty comfortable behind the tie-dyed curtain – that purple rag hanging behind the front seats,” he said. “There are two cosy mattresses side by side on the floor, a little cooker and a fridge. Obviously there’s no toilet or shower so we’ll have to stay in caravan parks. And if a bed and breakfast or a shady dell in a forest take our fancy, we’ll rethink.”
I knew I was going scarlet, picturing lying beside him every night, even if we were on twin mattresses. I knew from bitter experience how I react physically and squirmed as he took in the flush that would be spreading down to my neck, let alone what was happening to my nipples. If Magnus had even minimal experience of the fair sex – and I was sure he was as expert as Casanova – he’d know exactly how much I relished the idea of falling asleep every night to the musical sound of his breathing. I’d imagine
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