'What's the matter?' he teased, 'you prefer the comfort of the council estate, or the little motel with the soggy carpets?'
Eurgh. She would honestly go and stay another night in that scary council flat given the choice.
'But it's so cold,' she moaned.
'Hey, I'll keep you warm,' he winked.
Maybe camping wouldn't be so bad after all.
She could feel herself fluster, so she decided to try and quickly change the subject. 'Oi, you still didn't even tell me your last name?'
He grinned, and with one hand steadying the steering wheel down through the forest, he drew pulled an imaginary zip over his lips, and threw away the invisible key. 'If I tell you that, I'll have to kill you. And I don't want to get in there before Joey's men do.'