Hopelessly Devoted to Holden Finn by Tilly Tennant

Author:Tilly Tennant [Tennant, Tilly]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3, epub
Tags: Humorous, Romantic Comedy, Contemporary, Romance, General Humor, Humor & Satire, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00HYC45SK
Published: 2014-01-21T00:00:00+00:00

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An hour later, Linda was wearing neon legwarmers, star-shaped glittery deely boppers and a satin basque over her dress. John had a pink wig gradually sliding down his bald head and sunglasses, and the whole party had done the conga at least twice around Linda’s garden, resulting in Bonnie getting a heel stuck in the flowerbed, Max gallantly yanking her leg out as she giggled drunkenly, and carrying her back to the house.

Inside, Bonnie flopped down on the bottom stair as the rest of the guests continued their outdoor celebrations. Max grinned down at her as she kicked off her muddy shoes.

‘I’m so glad you came tonight,’ Bonnie said, looking up at him. ‘I didn’t think you would. I love Linda to bits, but she’d be too busy playing hostess and I would have been sat like a right lemon by myself.’

‘Nah,’ Max said, nudging her over and squeezing next to her. ‘Linda would never have let that happen, she cares too much about you.’

Bonnie nodded in agreement and they both became quiet. Sitting so close together in their companionable silence, Bonnie was now acutely aware of how good he smelt, of the heat of his body pressed against hers. Whether it was the drink, or whether she just wasn’t thinking straight after her very weird few weeks, she couldn’t tell, but it stirred something, deep inside her. She suddenly wanted to grab him and kiss him until her lips bled. Fighting the urge, she let her head rest on his shoulder. He reached over to absently stroke a hair from her forehead and his gentle touch set her nerve ends on fire.

‘Bonnie,’ he said quietly.

‘Hmmm?’

‘I need to say something. If I don’t say it now, I’ll kick myself every time I think about this moment and how I wasted it.’

‘Don’t...’

‘You don’t know what it is,’ he replied, a note of surprise in his voice.

‘I do. Because I’m thinking the same thing. It’s the drink talking, Max, and we’ll regret it tomorrow.’

‘I’m not drunk.’

‘I am.’

He swung an arm around her and rubbed his thumb gently across her shoulder as he pulled her in to nestle against him. ‘You look amazing tonight, better than I’ve ever seen you look.’

‘That’s because you only see me in my tabard hauling sacks of carrots usually,’ she said, forcing a self-conscious laugh.

They were silent again. The muffled sounds of shouting and singing reached them from outside in the back garden. Someone mentioned fireworks.

‘Do you still love Henri?’ Max asked suddenly.

Bonnie didn’t reply straight away. Finally, she shrugged. ‘I think I do.’

Max took his arm from around her. ‘Sorry,’ he said, standing up.

‘For what?’ Bonnie asked, confusion colouring her features.

‘You’re right, I’m drunk and this is a bad idea.’ He ran a hand through his hair and smiled awkwardly. ‘We’ll miss those fireworks if we don’t go back out.’

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