Chapter Twenty-Two
‘No, because then Alex really would know that we were faking it,’ Emily said. ‘Just leave it at that.’ Hugh posted his status and very soon a couple of his friends had ‘liked’ the image. ‘We should do a few like that,’ Hugh said, but Emily would prefer that they didn’t. She was still on his knee and it felt very nice to be there. She could feel the heat of his palm on her thigh and the solidness between his legs and was actually grateful for the excuse of being sunburnt, because her body felt as if it were on fire. She smelt of summer—suntan oil, combined with the crisp scent of her T-shirt and an elusive fragrance that seem to be designed just for him, because in that moment both were turned on. She could feel his eyes burning into the back of her neck and worried she might leave a da
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