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They ate their dinner, drank the champagne, then watched the Queen’s Speech. Salmon laughed afterwards, “I remember you telling me the idea of snuggling up on the sofa was not for you?”
Helen scowled, put her glass down on the coffee table and turned to him, fingers slipping between the buttons of his shirt. “Who said anything about snuggling?”
They made love right there, on the sofa. It was desperate and fast and he came with a scream. Anyone passing by would have thought murder had been committed.
Later, in the afterglow, he nervously gave her a small, blue box, beautifully wrapped by the jewellers down in Bodmin. She giggled when she saw it. A gold, heart-shaped pendant. “Oh my,” she said, holding it up by its delicate chain, “I hope this isn’t a declaration of your undying love?
