Cerys:
I didn't think I'd be able to sleep. I thought my mind would be going ten to the dozen, insomnia taking root for the night, analysing everything we'd just done, play by play, move by move.
But I did sleep, deeply and dreamlessly, and when I woke up I felt a heaviness on my back. At first I assumed Monty was laid across me, or Sarah had done her leg over my back trick, when she falls asleep she's as heavy as a tree trunk. Shifting her when you need a wee is near impossible.
But it was a leather jacket. Trent's jacket, the waft of his cologne inebriating, its effects on me irrational. So he'd been here again, slipped in during the night, somehow?
I sat up, eyes adjusting to the bright, crisp, sparkling morning, cartoons blaring from the tv.
'Aunty Dennis!' Dennis is an affectiona
