Sunday Snog From The Choirmaster

Here’s a bit of snogging action from Matthew and Loveday.

In the taxi, they did not speak, choosing instead to kiss all the way home, and even up the steps to the front door. Matthew fumbled for the key with one hand, the other buried in Loveday’s half-undone chignon, holding her mouth against his with inescapable force.

“I want you,” he said urgently, bundling her over the threshold, across the floor, towards the bedroom.

“I know…I know, I want you too,” she confirmed breathlessly, backing agai...