And then one minute we’re lying there and the next we’re kissing, and it’s not like this is anything particularly new, but it feels new. It feels like we’ve been forced apart for a century and this is our reunion, a mix of relief and desperation, both of us clinging to each other on his bed, and when Nick breaks away to kiss my neck I just stop thinking entirely. How is it that this still makes me so … How have two years gone by and I still feel like this in his arms? We kiss for a long time, like it’s two years ago and we’re on Nick’s lounge sofa trying to watch a film. Impossible.
