Conditional Love by Cathy Bramley

Author:Cathy Bramley
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Tags: Humor, Romantic Comedy, Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, General Humor, Humor & Satire, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 1490923764
Publisher: Cathy Bramley
Published: 2013-12-26T00:00:00+00:00

A noise woke me up ludicrously early. I opened my eyes and shut them again. It wasn’t time to get up yet. A self-satisfied smile crept across my face. Marc was still here and this time I’d managed not to roll out of bed during the night.

My grin got wider as I remembered how I’d reacquainted myself with Marc’s body last night. It had all been over very quickly, and he had been snoring five minutes later, but that was OK, we both had work today and it was important to get a good night’s sleep. The best thing was that he hadn’t mentioned the Slendertone machine once, and for that I would be eternally grateful.

I pulled the duvet up around my shoulders. Shame he couldn’t stay in bed a bit longer for a cuddle. I’d forgotten how early he had to go to work. I could hear him getting dressed; jangling keys, rustling papers, the soft clicking and beeping of his phone… his phone? I turned over and attempted to focus on his shadowy shape in the dawn light.

‘Marc? What are you doing?’ I rubbed my eyes and squinted at him.

He whirled round from his position at my dressing table.

‘Er – you looked so gorgeous lying there asleep, I thought I’d take your picture. Say cheese!’ He held his mobile up and it flashed.

‘Oh God, delete it!’ I groaned, my hand flying to my bedhead hair. I probably looked like one of the Muppets.

‘I haven’t got any pictures of you. Mum was asking what you looked like.’

His mum was asking about me? He had never taken my picture before, so I should be pleased. Perhaps this was a sign of things to come?

‘Can I see?’ I smiled sweetly. ‘The least you can do is to show me how bad it is.’

‘No time, Princess.’ He leaned across and gave me a peck on the forehead. ‘Gotta get to work.’ He reached under the covers, pinched my bum and with a dirty laugh, he was gone.

I was about to drop back off to sleep again when I remembered what day it was. My eyes sprang open. I jumped out of bed and dived into the shower. Nick had called yesterday to say that the draft drawings were ready. My very own grand design was ready for inspection.

An hour later, with freshly washed hair and wearing one of my favourite dresses, I was ready for work. I collected the Lilac Lane folder from my dressing table and headed to the office.

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