Page 84 of Hook, Line and Single

‘I don’t think I’m going to be triggered by sharing a bed with you, given our past form. One word of warning though. You’ll need to be up early as I’m working tomorrow and, if you want sex, I’ll expect more foreplay than just a couple of prods in the back from little Cameron.’

He smiles. ‘Only the best for Frou-Frou.’

I burst out laughing.

‘What’s so funny?’

‘I was winding you up. My vagina isn’t called Frou-Frou. In fact, it doesn’t have a name. I think naming your private parts is weird.’

‘I did think it sounded unlikely, but, if you don’t want it to stick, you might want to stop referring to my penis as little Cameron.’

‘I’m not sure I can.’

‘Frou-Frou.’

‘Fine. I’ll try.’

* * *

By the time Cameron finally leaves on Sunday morning, I reckon I fully understand the meaning of the phrase ‘dirty weekend’. Apart from the time I was working in the shop, we’ve barely left the bedroom, and I feel more relaxed than I thought possible so early in a new relationship. Although the physical side of things accelerated quickly, Cameron has been very careful to let me go at my own pace emotionally, so there haven’t any been any rash declarations of love or anything like that. I feel completely comfortable with him though, which is the most important thing for me at the moment. I’m sitting on the sofa replaying some of the events of the weekend in my mind when Sam bounces through the door.

‘How are you?’ she asks as soon as she’s thrown her bag into her room. ‘Did you manage to sort things out with Cameron? I nearly rang you but I didn’t want you to feel nannied.’ She blushes. ‘That and I was kind of distracted. It’s been a slightly steamy weekend.’

‘Mm,’ I agree. ‘It has.’

‘What?What have I missed?’

‘Let’s just say Cameron and I have discovered we’re very compatible in the bedroom.’

‘Have you indeed? What happened to going slowly and all the stuff we talked about?’

‘Yeah, that kind of didn’t happen.’

‘Well, congratulations. Are you happy?’

‘Yes. Are you OK if he comes to stay next weekend?’

‘Absolutely. In fact, that makes my life a bit easier.’

‘Why?’

‘Robin’s invited me back next weekend. I didn’t say yes, because I wanted to see how you were first, but it sounds like I might be surplus to requirements. So, if it’s all right with you…’

‘Yes, by all means go. How was your weekend, by the way?’

She sighs happily. ‘Lovely. His house is gorgeous, although the garden could do with a bit of TLC. I met his cat too.’

‘Oh, yes?’

‘He’s not as handsome as Samson, obviously, but he’s still a good-looking boy. He’s all black, apart from white socks on his paws, and he has the most enormous eyes. I could have stroked him all weekend, but Robin had other ideas.’

‘I bet he did. And church?’

‘Nothing like that one we went to, thank goodness. They were all really sweet, actually, apart from one woman that Robin reckons has the hots for him. She’s got to be seventy if she’s a day though, so I don’t think she’s serious competition. It was a little weird watching him doing all the holy stuff knowing what we’d been up to just a couple of hours previously. I guess I’ll just have to get used to that.’

‘It sounds like it’s going well.’

‘It really is. In fact, I’m starting to think he’s the one.’

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