Despite our eagerness, it actually took a while to get on the road because Mum made us breakfast.
And s*x was all very well but come on who wouldn't want pancakes.
Matthew went for the lightest sprinkling of sugar and a twist of lemon juice. While I went for syrup. And cream. And strawberries. And chocolate. And—okay, yes. Everything. I went for everything.
I couldn’t help but notice the way he was watching my lips.
It’s possible they were a little bit glisteny.
And sticky.
He was looking all tormented by the time I was chasing the last swirl of syrup from my plate with a fingertip. And I seriously hoped I was going to pay for this later.
It didn’t take me too long to pack on account of the fact I’d been living out of my suitcase since I got home. Then we said our goodbyes to my fol
