Read Online Through the Glass by Lisa J. Hobman - Free Book Online

Do you think they heard?” Polly’s face drained of colour, and she slapped her hand over her mouth again, making Flick giggle uncontrollably. Matty and Jim had agreed to call for the girls at eight o’clock and it was now eight oh five. Dammit!
    “Oh dammit! Just act normal , Pol. Normal!” Flick grasped her friend’s shoulders trying not to snicker. Her friend stared back in horror.
    “Normal…yes… I can do normal.” Polly burst into hysterics again and collapsed on the bed. The girls calmed themselves down and answered the door.
    “Bloody hell, Flick, what took you so long?” Jim chuckled in reaction to the girls who were trying their best not to laugh. “What’s so funny?”
    “Oh…just a bit of girl talk.” The girls exchanged knowing looks and stifled any further giggles as best they could under the circumstances, i.e., the alcohol-induced giddiness. Matty, as Matthew had now become known, went a delightful shade of crimson at seeing Polly. His famous nervous stutter came out with a vengeance.
    “H-hi, P-Polly. You l-look l-lovely.” He gazed at the buxom red head, who just melted into his eyes.
    “So do you, Matty…just lovely.” Her giggles were gone and she turned to give Flick and Jim an enormous grin when Matty took her hand in his.
    The atmosphere at the club was buzzing when they arrived. It seemed that ninety per cent of Oxford Uni was out for the craic . The DJ played decent music, despite the club’s somewhat corny name. Jim and Flick spent most of the time on the dance floor wrapped around each other, even when the songs were fast paced.
    The end of the night came around too soon. At one in the morning, the gang of friends walked back to their dorms. Some of the group had been a little too eager with the beer and were singing rather loudly, tempting the wrath of the hierarchy without seeming to care. Stubbs and Clara were the two worst culprits. They had all the musical intonation of a pack of howling banshees.
    “Some of this lot won’t be seeing the light of day tomorrow.” Jim chuckled as he walked along with his arm around Flick. Matty and Polly had stopped and were locked in a smouldering embrace.
    “Oh, bless them. They finally got together,” Flick said, looking over her shoulder as Jim turned to see what she meant.
    “Aye, thank goodness for that. Maybe he’ll stop rambling on about her hair and her eyes and her lips.” Jim mimicked Matty’s posh accent and swooned, as Matty had apparently been doing.
    “Really? Oh, that’s so sweet.” Flick smiled in their direction.
    They arrived at her door and Jim kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth with his delicious tongue. “See you tomorrow then, sweetheart?” he breathed as he rested his forehead on hers.
    “Would you like to…erm…come in? For…coffee?” she stumbled over her words. Her heart rate had increased and her palms were sweating.
    “Oh…I’d love to. Could do with a cup really. Clear my head a bit. Oh and to see how you’re doing with your painting.” Jim smiled enthusiastically and followed her in. Dammit, is he dense or just plain oblivious?
    As soon as they were inside, she grasped at him, crashing her mouth into his and thrusting her tongue into his mouth.
    He pulled away from her. “Whoa, hey! Flick, what are you doing?” He gasped, grasping her shoulders, and stepped back. She stepped away too, feeling stupid and more than a little embarrassed, but somehow she summoned up a little of the courage she had felt earlier.
    “I…oh sod this…courage Felicity… Jim, I want you… naked .” She lifted her arms up in the air, not knowing why. “There I said it. If you don’t feel the same, then we have a serious problem.” Her chest heaved as adrenalin coursed through her veins and her heart tried to escape through her chest.
    He gaped open-mouthed, as if at a loss for words. Then suddenly as if a realisation had hit, a sweet smile spread across his gorgeous face. He stepped toward her and