Chapter Twenty-Nine
“One last thing.” Ash couldn’t let go of Gloria’s hand. She wished she had a car, however useless in a city like London, so she could drive Gloria home and stretch the last hours of this Sunday together until the last possible minute. “What did you mean when you said I had a questionable sense of humour?”
Gloria’s gaze on her was warm, as was her hand in Ash’s. “I told you that ‘It’s All Coming Back to Me Now’ is my favourite song in the world and now you’ve ruined it for me with your lame joke about anal sex.” Gloria scrunched her lips together.
“I’m sorry.” Ash’s apology wasn’t for the silliness of her joke. She was sorry because Gloria was standing at Ash’s front door, bag packed, her coat already on. She was mostly feeling sorry for herself because soon her flat
