Page 72 of Big Sexy Love
But not in a bad way. In… anawesomeway.
Whatthefuck?
I jog into the little en suite and splash my face with icy water. I peer up at myself in themirror.
I look different. Flushed and shiny-eyed. My lips lookplumper.
I look… horny. I have honest to goodnessstormhorn!
I picture Colin’s sweet face, his big arms, his stellar weather banter, his glorious sideburns, and try to recreate the zingy KAPOW feeling I just gotfromSeth.
But it doesn’t bloody work. I try to picture Colin naked, sitting at a desk and working on a five-year plan. Then I picture Colin naked baking me a cake and just generally being a naked baker, frosting smudged sexily on his cheek. I even picture Colin pinning me up against a huge bookcase and kissingmyneck.
None of itworks!
I turn to the bed and throw myself on itdramatically.
Then I think about what Seth just said about kissing me so good that I’d never forget it, not for the rest ofmylife.
KAPOW. KAPOW! FIZZ! BLAM! WOO!YAAAASSS!
Well.
I definitely did not prepareforthis.
* * *
I’ve hadabout an hour’s sleep all night! I felt wired and alert and so literallyhotthat I had to sleep naked. The only thing I could think of was that all Seth would have to do is walk a few steps down the hall to my room. Or all I would have to do is walk a few steps downthehall.
Andthen…
Nothing. No. I live in England. He lives in America. I barely know him. Plus he has heard me pee. PLUS he put that little detail in our history on live television. Not sexy. Not sexy at all,Olive.
Bleary-eyed, I have a shower in the en suite, rub my hair dry with a towel – grumbling as it springs right back up into the mass of uncontrollable curls – and getdressed.
I grab my satchel, checking for the bazillionth time that Birdie’s letter is safely tucked inside, open the door of the room and step out into thehallway.
At exactly the same timeasSeth.
‘Good morning!’ he says brightly, cheerfully, as ifhehad a full night ofsleep.
‘Yes! It’s morning!’ I mumble nervously, like apsycho.
Seth shoves his hands into his jean pockets. ‘Did yousleepwell?’
‘Yes, definitely!’ I answer firmly. ‘I slept so well.Sowell.’
‘Great. Well, I Googled and the storm has cleared so we can get back to Manhattanrightaway.’
My heart kicks withrelief.
‘Amazing. I canfinallyget this letter to Chuck Allen!Atlast!’
‘That’s sogreat.’
‘Yep.’
‘Yeah!’
