The room is really big, with windows looking out at the front garden and the ocean. It’s a pity it’s dark; who knows how beautiful it will look tomorrow morning? But at least I won’t risk seeing a skating Santa Claus.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Sean says, closing the curtains. Then he turns to me and slowly comes closer. My heart rate increases. He comes so near, his cologne fills my nose. He cups my face in his hands. “I still can’t believe you’re here…that you took such a long flight and car journey for me.”
I look at him and nervously lick my lips. His admiration and awe is great, but…
“Can I ask you something?”
He wrinkles his face and nods.
“What do you think I feel for you?”
Sean looks at me, his face creased in confusion.
I try to explain. “I’ve thought a lot about what hap
