‘Great.’ He grins. ‘Better get back to work I suppose! Love your top by the way, is it new?’

It is. His words make me preen. Then I remember, it’s all in a day’s work for him.

Wednesday

‘Surprise!’

‘This has to be a nightmare.’ I blink my bleary eyes. I must be losing the plot. I’ve blamed late night cheese for Noah’s appearance in my dreams; cheddar can’t be responsible for the fact he’s on my doorstep.

‘I know you’re pleased to see me really. Are you going to let me in, or shall I stay on the doorstep and yell ‘wow Rosie, that was the best sex I’ve had for years’ at the top of my voice, then stagger off down the street?’

‘Don’t you bloody dare.’ I grab the front of his top, drag him in and glance furtively up and down the street. It does not look good, a man on the doorstep when I’m still in my PJs.

‘Oh my God I had no idea that pyjamas with rabbits on could be so sexy!’ He groans, and I suddenly realise I’m clutching him to me, so shove him away.

‘They’re cosy!’ I glare at him. ‘And they’re not rabbits, they’re dogs!’

‘Really?’ He leans back in to peer more closely, rests one hand on my scantily clad waist and the warmth of it burns straight through. It’s like he’s found direct access to the deepest part of my body and I seem to be melting. And fizzing. And a little bit scared and far too excited. ‘Stop it!’ I think I might have leapt rather over-dramatically into the air, like a rabbit.

His eyes open wide.

‘Sorry, sorry, I was talking to me, not you.’

‘What?’ He’s even more confused now. I don’t blame him, so am I. I’d had a split second to choose between rubbing myself against him like an over-sexed cat or bouncing about like a puppy. I go ‘puppy’ every time.

See, this is what happens when I’m caught out half-asleep by a man with a sexy smile and warm hands. Sexy smile, where did that come from? Boy it’s got hot in here, even with the front door open.

‘Can you excuse me, just one moment?’

He nods. I go into the kitchen, flap the bottom of my pyjama top, splash my face with ice cold water, bang my head on the fridge door and plaster a smile on my face.

‘Are you okay?’ He’s followed me into the kitchen.

I nod.

I’m not okay at all.

He’s caught me unawares, literally walked out of my dream and in through my front door in real life. In my dream he’d got considerably further than my front door, he’d also got considerably less clothes on. And he’d got his fingers tangled in my hair, and his lips burning a path down my neck. He’d reached the sensitive spot on my neck that makes me shiver. And unlike Robbie, Noah is lingering in a way that’s made me all hot and bothered.