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Like, really. This is where it ’s inconvenient Lexy isn’t around – she usually takes me on a Saturday after work and we have our usual girl’s night in. It’s Tuesday, so I’m running a little thin on the ground.
    Unlike the stupid fricking snow.
    Call, and I ’ll be there.
    Bing ’s voice rings in my mind and I trap my tongue between my teeth. Can I really call him - again? Other than a few text exchanges, we haven’t spoken since the whole ‘here, touch my ass, it doesn’t bite’ thing two days ago.
    I snap my teeth together. I guess I don ’t have much of a choice.
    I cross the room, grab the phone and call his house.
    “Edwards’ residence, Emily speaking.”
    “ Hey, Emily! It’s Jen.”
    “ Hey, honey. How are you?”
    “ I’m fine, you?” I smile.
    “ I’m all good, sweetheart. What’s up?”
    “ Um, is Bing there?”
    I just know by the one second silen ce that her eyebrows are raised and she’s grinning like a madwoman.
    “ Yeah, he’s in the shower. I’ll grab him for you.”
    “ Oh no, really. Just get-”
    Beep. She ’s put me on hold. I screw up my face and stomp my foot. Great. I don’t need the image of him soaking wet with a towel round his waist image in my head while I talk to him.
    “ This is not good,” I say to myself.
    “ What’s not good?” The line clicks, and Bing’s voice sends tremors through me. Or is that the image I don’t need? Oh, and the ‘hi, I’d like to dry you off with my tongue’ thoughts running through my head right now?
    “ I have no food. Can you drop me at Tesco?” I blurt it out before my traitorous brain gives my real thoughts away. “Uh, please.”
    “ Of course,” he answers. “I told you if you needed anything you could call. Give me half an hour and I’ll be over.”
    “ Thank you.” I hang up, and drop my head back against the wall. Jesus.
     

BING
     
    I pull up outside Jen’s block of flats and send her a text to say I’m here. I can’t believe I’m actually taking her shopping. I don’t know what the hell you buy in a supermarket... That’s Mum’s job.
    Jen appears wrapped in skin tight jeans, a thick coat , and snow boots. She walks carefully over to my car and gets in, knocking the snow from her feet first.
    “ Anyone would think it’s the Arctic out here.” I grin and pull away.
    “ I’ve lived on the beach my whole life. I don’t do snow.” She sniffs, and looks out the window. “It’s horrible.”
    “ Nah.” I shake my head. “You just haven’t ever had a proper snowball fight.”
    “ I don’t think I want to have one, if I’m gonna be honest.”
    “ No, you do.” I insist. “Let’s do your shopping then we’ll have one.” I grin.
    “ Er....” She turns those baby blues on me. “I’m really not an Eskimo.”
    “ Sure?” I park in Tesco car park and reach over to tweak her fluffy hood. “You sure look like one.”
    Her eyes narrow. “I can tell this is going to be fun.”
    I wink at her and we climb out the car. Even though the car park is clear of snow, the pathways are all icy. I ’m kind of hoping she slips so I can catch her. And then hold her up. And not let go.
    Fucking hell! I’m doing what Alec did and turning into a pussy whipped ass.
    I snap myself out of it and watch Jen pick her steps on the least icy bits. She accidentally slips on a bit of black ice , and my arm shoots out behind her, curling around her perfect waist and pulling her close to me.
    “ I’ve got you,” I whisper in her ear. She nods and puts a hand on my chest, her long blue nails a stark burst of colour against my black coat.
    “ You’ve got me,” she whispers back, slightly breathless.
    “ Hold on tight, and don’t let go,” I give her my arm, and she grips it like a lifeline, leaning into me.
    “ I won’t,” she replies as I grab a trolley.
    Silently, a part of me is wishing the conversation had a totally different meaning.
    We walk into the supermarket and she finally takes her hood