Teach Me Dirty(88)

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to treat you like one.” His eyes twinkled in the darkness and it stopped my breath.

He shifted in his seat and his thigh touched mine, and it burned me. It burned so hot my throat dried up, and all I could think of was him. His body, his mouth, his skin. I watched him watching the crowd, and then his fingers found mine. Just the slightest touch, but it was everything.

His thumb stroked mine, and my fingers curled around his, but they wouldn’t stop moving, wouldn’t stop touching. In a roomful of people there was only the point where his body touched mine, and I couldn’t fight the way I felt, couldn’t fight the longing. My breath turned shallow, and so did his, and he squeezed my hand so hard, and it said so much. I needed him. I needed his touch more than I knew it was possible to need something.

He let go of my hand and his fingers touched to my bare knee, and then he stroked inside my thigh and I shivered and tingles rushed through my *. His voice was just a breath, and it was laced with promise. “I’ve a feeling it’s going to be a very happy Christmas, Helen.”



Miss Monkton grabbed Mark after the panto, and Lizzie grabbed me.

“Urgh,” she said. “Crappy show. Good set though, great painting, Hels Bells.”

I smiled. “Thanks.”

She pulled me to the side of the aisle as everyone filed out. “Sorry I haven’t been too chatty, it’s just, things with Scottie, they’ve been so hot. You know how it is.”

My tummy niggled at the distance between us. “Sure. I know how it is.”

She grinned. “But I’m cool now, for the holidays. I’ve got so many plans for us. I thought we could maybe go hang out in Hereford, go shopping. We haven’t done that in ages. Maybe catch a couple of films, too, head out for a pizza.” She squeezed my hand. “Got Christmas money through early from Nan, so it’ll be my treat.”

My heart dropped. “Sounds great, but I, um… I’ve got some plans already… with, um…”

Her eyes flicked away at my words, over towards Mark. I followed her gaze and he was still caught up in Miss Monkton’s monologue. He ran a hand through his hair and his curls bounced against his collar. Gorgeous. He had a Christmas tie on, in reds and greens, and his shirt didn’t even have any paint on it.

Lizzie broke my trance. “You, um, planning on seeing him much, then?”

I took a breath. “As much as I can…”

“So, that’s like a lot, right?”

“I just… I don’t have long, before we go… not really.”

She shrugged. “I guess our BFF bonding time just got a little screwed, then, right?”

“No… I don’t mean…”

She rolled her eyes. “Come on, Hels. I get it. You want him, and it’s Christmas, and you’re not gonna be around.”

“I will be around…”

She groaned. “You won’t. You totally won’t.”

And I felt so bad. “I’ll make time…”

“I don’t want you to make time, Hels. If you want to be there then be there.”

“But you…”

“I’ll survive. I’ve got Scottie, right? Things are really hotting up, too. It’s the real deal.”

I smiled. “It is?”

She nodded. “Totally. He’s crazy about me, have to keep telling him to cool it off, I mean, who wouldn’t be, right?” She grinned.

“Of course he is, you’re amazing.”

“Just hang out with me a bit, yeah? If you want to. I’d like that.”

My heart hurt, with guilt. Lizzie practically lived at ours over Christmas these past few years. Like a piece of the furniture. I took a breath, for myself. She had Scottie.

“Of course I will.”

***

I packed an overnight bag. A proper overnight bag, with a few days’ worth of clothes, and hair products, and my phone charger and everything.

And then I got Dad to drop me at the train station and pretended I was nipping up the line to Oakwall, where Harry Sawbridge lived.

I felt so guilty as I waved Dad away and joined the straggly little crowd on the platform, but that soon disappeared when Mark’s car pulled into the car park. I threw my bag in the back and slipped into my seat and I was beaming.

“Ready?” he said.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my entire life.”

I gabbled on and on throughout the journey up to his, my mouth running with everything and nothing. He listened and laughed, and smiled, and my stomach rolled over with nerves as he pulled onto the lane up to his. I watched the twinkly lights approach in the distance, and gave a big sigh as he pulled up outside.

“Home sweet home,” he said, then reached in the back for a shopping bag. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“You have?”

“Don’t get too excited, it’s not your Christmas present.”

Christmas present.

My heart was on fire.

He took my bag from the backseat and I followed him inside, and it was magical. The fire was already burning in the grate, and he’d filled the place with tinsel and fairy lights. And candles. So many candles. He dropped my bag on the sofa, and the shopping in the kitchen, then started lighting them up.