“It feels like we did. If feels like we’ve always known each other. You made me remember my dreams. I still want to do something that makes a difference, that changes the world.”

“You’ve changed my world, if it helps.”

“A good start.”

“Do you have anything in mind?”

“Not yet. But once I’ve sorted out my old life, I can look at my new life with fresh eyes. It might need a new job to go along with it. Something I’m passionate about. Something that makes me excited to get out of bed in the morning. Although I might not be so excited to get out of bed if you’re in it, but these are all things we can overcome. Together.”

“I agree.” Jordan paused. “Can I rewind, though? Am I staying in your bed a lot already?”

“I hope so. I didn’t just turn my life upside down for nothing.”

“Says the woman who wouldn’t even move in with her former lover.”

“Maybe my mum had a point. That was a sign. Whereas you,” Abby said, wriggling on top of Jordan, “I want to move you into my bed, tie you up and make sure you never leave.” She kissed her lips with more force.

“That’s a plan I can totally get on-board with. Particularly now I might be unemployed.”

Abby shook her head, giving Jordan a gentle smile. “I’m sorry I blew up your business.”

“I’m sorry I blew up your life.”

“I’m not,” Abby replied.

“Neither am I.” Jordan lifted her head and Abby duly kissed her lips. They stayed like that for a long moment, before they pulled apart, lust ramped up in Jordan’s heart.

“I love you, did I tell you that?”

Abby nodded. “You did. And I’ve never been more pleased to hear those three words. They’re my absolute favourite.”

“More than fish and chips?”

Abby kissed her lips. “Close call, but yes.”

“More than Honeymoon in Blackpool?”

“Just about.”

“More than fuck me now?”

Abby leaned down. “I have a strong affection for those words, too,” she said, before sliding her wet tongue into Jordan’s mouth.

Epilogue

One Year Later…

“Jordan! Jordan!” Abby rolled her eyes, walking from the kitchen into the lounge. “I swear, when Wimbledon is on, you go tone-deaf.”

Jordan didn’t take her gaze from the screen. “Wimbledon is my one sporting love. Plus, the lesbian’s winning. I have an excuse.” She flicked her gaze up at Abby. “What were you asking?”

“If you wanted square sausage with brunch? Too much or not?”

Jordan got up, and walked over to drop a kiss on Abby’s lips. “Of course I want square sausage. I always want square sausage. If I don’t, you’ll divorce me. Isn’t that how it works?”

“I can’t divorce you if we’re not married yet.” A smile graced Abby’s lips.