She looked for a while at his dark hair, and thought with silent regret about what had happened these last two weeks. She had known it was going to happen, the moment he had sent her a text message a week before that, and said he was working at home in Ware, and did she want to meet for lunch. It had been arranged for Tuesday, and he had turned up at the house earlier than she had expected, seeming slightly nervy, slightly tense. They had flirted playfully as she readied herself to leave the house. In the end they never got that far.
Drawing boldness from their jokes, James made his move, grabbing hold of Kay as she was closing down her computer and kissing her neck before saying: “Of course, we don’t have to go out Kay. I’m not that hungry really. Not for food anyway... ”
God, how corny
