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‘Tom, I said I’m sorry.’
I’m surprised by how much I need the support of the walls as I make my way into the house, and I’m now starting to feel incredibly sick.
‘Yeah, well you should be. You made me look like a right twat.’
‘I think it’s me who looked like the t**t,’ I say, hiccuping as I speak and trying to hold on to my stomach. ‘Tell me the truth, Tom.’
Tom turns and looks at me. ‘What do you mean?’
‘The drinks. They weren’t just singles, were they?’
He shrugs. ‘I dunno. I only bought some of them.’
‘You were trying to get me drunk, weren’t you?’ I say, walking forward in what I think is a sultry, sexy manner. ‘You were just trying to get me into bed.’
‘I get you into bed every night, Grace. Now come on. Sit down and let’s get some water into you.’
‘Make sure it’s not vod
