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  58. Author’s Note
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  60. More from Fay Keenan
  61. About the Author
  62. About Boldwood Books

With that, they wandered back to Farringdon, Charlie’s flat and a very warm bed.

The next morning, Holly, unaccustomed to the early-morning city traffic, woke early. She smiled as she saw the curve of Charlie’s back, turned towards her as he slept soundly. Stretching like a cat, she smiled as she remembered what had happened after they’d reached the flat, both of them suddenly high on the novelty of being in London together and not having to be apart. The sun was peering through the crack in the curtains, and for a moment Holly just luxuriated in the warmth of the bed and the sensations of waking up.

This wouldn’t do for long, though; she had a train to catch back to Willowbury and a shop to run. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stretched her arms above her head and then swept down to touch her toes, feeling the muscles in her back waking up as her spine extended. She stayed there for a moment, breathing deeply, before straightening up and pushing her arms out to the side, feeling the pull in her shoulder blades as she breathed.

‘Naked yoga? Is that something available in Willowbury, too?’ Charlie’s sleepy but amused voice cut into her mind, which she was trying to clear, and she smiled.

‘It’s not something I currently offer,’ she replied, turning unselfconsciously towards the bed, ‘but if you think there might be a market for it…’

‘Don’t you dare,’ Charlie said, grabbing one of her hands and pulling her back down to the bed. ‘I’d like to think that worshipping that exquisite body of yours is something I can do in private, thank you.’

‘I’m sure that can be arranged,’ Holly murmured as she flung a thigh around him, straddling him. ‘After all, this is as good a workout as yoga.’

Charlie brought his hands to her hips as she guided him inside her, and soon, the combination of his pleasurably persistent fingertips and thrusting rhythms had her gasping and on the edge.

‘Do you have to go back to Willowbury today?’ he asked between thrusts, head thrown back and eyes half closed in ecstasy.

‘Yup,’ Holly replied, ‘my shop won’t run itself, and you’ve got a job to do, too, remember.’

‘How could I forget?’ Charlie’s voice was getting breathier as he tried, and failed, to focus on her voice rather than her body. Holly felt another surge of heat as she saw how close he was to losing control. ‘But I’ll be… home… tonight.’ He lost the battle.

As she toppled over the edge of her own precipice, throbbing and beating in time to Charlie’s own rhythm, Holly felt that she, too, was finally coming home.

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