Chapter Nine
Sunday, 14th
It had been quite a week. Caroline had metaphorically poured cold water on her relationship with Ben and delivered Christmas-come early for Joe. Although Christmas-c*m-hard-and-horny was probably closer to the mark.
She woke early and lay in bed listening to Joe breathe. For a big man he was a quiet sleeper, with very little snuffling or snoring. Caroline revelled in the warmth radiating from his body, like a rock in the sun. Finally, she crept out of bed and pulled on a t-shirt. The bedroom was furnished in simple white tones. Cool bright sunshine sparkled and the world felt good. She carefully cleared away the Christmas lights, the magazines and the discarded clothes, and padded downstairs to the kitchen. When she came back with two steaming mugs of coffee Jo
