pale pink to deep rose but she didn’t once glance his way. She kept her eyes focussed on the carpet in front of her.
‘Exactly.’ Fiorella threw him a pleased smile. Miles acknowledged it with a raised eyebrow.
‘What do you do about the saliva?’ asked Wanda.
‘You have to develop little strategies for swallowing the excess water without letting on that you’re doing it. Move from the lips to the cheek or throat for example. Gaze deeply into your partner’s eyes and swallow. They won’t even notice. We also need to breathe deeply during kissing.’ Fiorella paused and looked around the room at her students. ‘On your feet everyone! Deep breathing exercises to get our lungs working and the oxygen pumping.’
Miles stood up and offered his hand to Marianne but she bounced to her feet. He did the various exercises but his heart wasn’t in it. His heart had decided, all by itself, to attach itself to the girl who was doing her best to ignore him.
Disappointing as that was, it was probably a good thing. If by some chance they were paired again, and that’s all it would be — chance—she would be annoyed. He could keep that in mind when his desire became rampant, as it surely would if he was forced to kiss her.
The breathing exercises ended and Fiorella reached for the wooden bowls. Everyone waited expectantly. He saw the tension creeping into Marianne’s body. Her jaw slowly tightened and she clutched her fingers together. What was she thinking? Please don’t pair me with that rude local man?
Fiorella looked at the first names.
‘Domenic and Wanda.’
‘It’s our destiny,’ said Domenic. Wanda grinned.
‘Andrew and Josie. Nathan and Marianne.’
Had Fiorella rigged it? He couldn’t possibly tell. Miles saw Marianne’s shoulders droop but her head came up and she joined Nathan who was positively beaming in anticipation. Who wouldn’t be, the lucky bastard? But that left...for the second time.
‘Boris and Rosemary.’
Miles saw the little start of surprise and the pleasure Rosemary couldn’t hide. He returned her smile dutifully and her face glowed pink. She glanced across at Marianne. Marianne looked at him.
Something crackled between them, a spark of knowledge, an awareness carried on invisible waves through the sultry air. It lasted a mere fraction of a second before Marianne turned to Nathan and Rosemary was there beside him saying, ‘Hello again,’ in a breathless little-girl voice.
Miles dragged his attention to Rosemary and tried to concentrate on Fiorella, who was explaining about taking a mouthful of water then kissing and swallowing. Rosemary took to the exercise with abandon. Miles acted on autopilot and wished he could go home.
Never in his life had he been in such a torturous situation. He couldn’t stand kissing Marianne but on the other hand, he couldn’t stand her kissing someone else, even that poor bastard Nathan, who he knew she’d only just met. He could hear her groaning and Nathan moaning. He groaned himself but not from pleasure. Rosemary gave a little whimper of delight.
Hard to tell a groan from a whimper of delight fortunately or Fiorella would be furious with him.
The exercise lasted an eternity of wet slurpy kisses, interspersed with giggles from Rosemary which turned to full-blown laughter. Water sprayed across his face and she sprawled across the blanket laughing uncontrollably.
Miles seized the opportunity for a breather. Marianne and Nathan were getting along far too well. Their mouths were stuck together like two halves of an oyster. Her eyes were closed and it was obvious she was loving every minute of it. They weren’t rolling about dripping wet and roaring with laughter like a couple of four-year-olds.
‘Don’t forget to breathe,’ Fiorella cried enthusiastically. ‘Excellent work everyone. Come on Boris, practice makes perfect.’
‘I think Rosemary’s too far gone,’ he said pointing at the floppy laughter-ridden woman now crushing his
‘Exactly.’ Fiorella threw him a pleased smile. Miles acknowledged it with a raised eyebrow.
‘What do you do about the saliva?’ asked Wanda.
‘You have to develop little strategies for swallowing the excess water without letting on that you’re doing it. Move from the lips to the cheek or throat for example. Gaze deeply into your partner’s eyes and swallow. They won’t even notice. We also need to breathe deeply during kissing.’ Fiorella paused and looked around the room at her students. ‘On your feet everyone! Deep breathing exercises to get our lungs working and the oxygen pumping.’
Miles stood up and offered his hand to Marianne but she bounced to her feet. He did the various exercises but his heart wasn’t in it. His heart had decided, all by itself, to attach itself to the girl who was doing her best to ignore him.
Disappointing as that was, it was probably a good thing. If by some chance they were paired again, and that’s all it would be — chance—she would be annoyed. He could keep that in mind when his desire became rampant, as it surely would if he was forced to kiss her.
The breathing exercises ended and Fiorella reached for the wooden bowls. Everyone waited expectantly. He saw the tension creeping into Marianne’s body. Her jaw slowly tightened and she clutched her fingers together. What was she thinking? Please don’t pair me with that rude local man?
Fiorella looked at the first names.
‘Domenic and Wanda.’
‘It’s our destiny,’ said Domenic. Wanda grinned.
‘Andrew and Josie. Nathan and Marianne.’
Had Fiorella rigged it? He couldn’t possibly tell. Miles saw Marianne’s shoulders droop but her head came up and she joined Nathan who was positively beaming in anticipation. Who wouldn’t be, the lucky bastard? But that left...for the second time.
‘Boris and Rosemary.’
Miles saw the little start of surprise and the pleasure Rosemary couldn’t hide. He returned her smile dutifully and her face glowed pink. She glanced across at Marianne. Marianne looked at him.
Something crackled between them, a spark of knowledge, an awareness carried on invisible waves through the sultry air. It lasted a mere fraction of a second before Marianne turned to Nathan and Rosemary was there beside him saying, ‘Hello again,’ in a breathless little-girl voice.
Miles dragged his attention to Rosemary and tried to concentrate on Fiorella, who was explaining about taking a mouthful of water then kissing and swallowing. Rosemary took to the exercise with abandon. Miles acted on autopilot and wished he could go home.
Never in his life had he been in such a torturous situation. He couldn’t stand kissing Marianne but on the other hand, he couldn’t stand her kissing someone else, even that poor bastard Nathan, who he knew she’d only just met. He could hear her groaning and Nathan moaning. He groaned himself but not from pleasure. Rosemary gave a little whimper of delight.
Hard to tell a groan from a whimper of delight fortunately or Fiorella would be furious with him.
The exercise lasted an eternity of wet slurpy kisses, interspersed with giggles from Rosemary which turned to full-blown laughter. Water sprayed across his face and she sprawled across the blanket laughing uncontrollably.
Miles seized the opportunity for a breather. Marianne and Nathan were getting along far too well. Their mouths were stuck together like two halves of an oyster. Her eyes were closed and it was obvious she was loving every minute of it. They weren’t rolling about dripping wet and roaring with laughter like a couple of four-year-olds.
‘Don’t forget to breathe,’ Fiorella cried enthusiastically. ‘Excellent work everyone. Come on Boris, practice makes perfect.’
‘I think Rosemary’s too far gone,’ he said pointing at the floppy laughter-ridden woman now crushing his
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