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“Don’t be so obnoxious.”

I grin. “Kiss me again.”

She laughs, but she does it, grabbing the front of my jumper and pulling me back down to her. I kiss her slower this time, one hand sliding around her waist while the other settles at the back of her neck, and I can feel her smiling into it like she’s just discovered she can ask for this now and I’ll give it to her every single time.

My phone vibrates again and I ignore it.

She catches my bottom lip between hers and pulls, “Want to spend the morning with me and I’ll drive you back?”

I zero in on her face. “Why? What have you got planned?”

She slides her hand down into mine, threading our fingers together while her eyes flick very deliberately towards my bedroom. “There’s a double bed not currently in use.”

“Fuck yes.” I growl.

Her smile barely has time to form before I’m on her, catching her around the waist and kissing her hard. Ruby giggles straight into my mouth when I turn us, guiding her backwards towards the bedroom while she clings to my shoulders and tries to keep kissing me through it.

I nearly walk us into the doorframe, she mutters something about me being smooth, and I shut her up with another kiss, both of us half laughing and half completely fucking out of our minds by the time we stumble through the doorway.

The second we’re inside, I drag my jumper over my head with far more haste than dignity, barely getting one arm free before Ruby reaches for me again, and I throw the thing somewhere behind me without looking, catch her around the middle and pull her back into me while she grins up at me.

“Ruby, are you sure?” I ask, not wanting to fuck this up.

“Yes,” she breathes.

I kiss her again and slam the bedroom door shut behind us.

Chapter Thirty-One

Friday

December 18th 2015

Ruby:

“Do you think you’d like me if I was a worm?”

“Don’t start that girly shit, Ruby. I’m in no mood for it.”

I glance over at Josh, using my spare hand to change gear. “That’s a no, then.”

“No. I wouldn’t like you as a worm.”

“What?” I’m scandalised. “Not at all?”

“No.”

“But I’d still be me.”

“You’d be a worm.”

“I’d be me in a worm’s body.”

“Then I’d feel bad for you.”

My mouth drops open as a lorry in the right lane blows past us. “You wouldn’t even think to carry me around in a little box? Keep me in your back pocket?”

“No. I’d set you free in some grass and let you live out your worm dreams.”