“That’s your I’ve-received-a-flirty-text look,” observed Lauren over her second glass of wine. “I know because it’s the look you used to get when I sneak-messaged you in maths.” “Excuse me, I got an A* in maths.” “Yes, and you also got a lot of pussy.” “Not in maths. And mostly just yours.” Lauren grinned. “Mine’s more than enough for anybody, darling.”
