A Sunday Snog From Sinclair

It’s two days until I press ‘publish’ onLecture Notes, so I think I’ll play Sunday Snogs with my main characters, Beth and Sinclair.

He looks at me again for a long time while I curl up and die of mixed embarrassment and desire. “Come here,” he says at length.

I totter over what seems like hundreds of acres of ground and then he puts out his hand, I take it and am pulled close to him, against his chest, my forehead just level with his chin so that bristles of beard tickle it. He smells gorgeous...