Sunday Snog In The Sun

So, Victoria’s been on her hols and there’s a summery feel to the Sunday Snog tonight – I thought I’d join in with a little al fresco scene fromSecrets And Lords.

So preoccupied was she that she didn’t hear the crackling and rustling behind her. She was aware of nothing but her own thoughts until, in a heady rush, she was caught around the waist, pinned to the trunk of a weeping willow and kissed until her breath ran out.

‘Charles,’ she protested, trying to fill her lungs with air again. ‘Are y...