Within the very recesses of Danica's mind, something stirred. She leant against the front door after closing it, her body tingling with a feeling akin to pins and needles. Fraser had kissed her, and it was perfect.
The leather of her clutch was cool as she held it to her chest. Her thoughts were jumbled, as though created from the frustrated banging of a fist against a keyboard. There was little time until she was cornered by her mother and Kelly, she was certain. She needed to get hold of herself before they found her flustered in the hallway, unable to speak a word other than nonsensical gibberish.
Sure enough, the two of them entered the small hall with matching looks of hope. Julie's hands were clasped together and pressed against her pursed lips. She had a greater investment in Dani
