In the event that we don’t beat Drew and his friends – though, given their reaction, we might as well have. We beat them by a mere three points – seventy five to seventy two.
Drew is raging: flouncing out of his chair and straight to the toilets. I’m thrilled; jumping up and down and hugging Scott as if he’s won the lottery. Laughing, he pulls himself out of my grasp and looks at me.
“You seem pleased to have won,” he chuckles.
“Wow, you’re a master of understatement sometimes, Scott. Too bloody right I’m pleased to have won.” Unable to control myself, I kiss his cheek, before pulling away in embarrassment. Scott looks awkward too.
“I’m hungry,” he tells me, filling the gap.
“How about we head home for tea cakes and horlicks before bed?” I suggest.
“You’re a woman who knows how to pa
