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Popular stories weren’t her bag: too often they came with the sort of bland happy ever afters she’d never been able to stomach as a child, let alone an adult.
She knew that he’d kissed her into a state of blissful, terrified vulnerability, then shrunk away as if she were diseased: that he’d opened her like a book he’d spent years wanting to read, then closed her with a snap just as she felt ready to share her story.
Amy couldn’t be entirely sure what Sam meant by their having ‘business together’, but by now she’d read enough romance novels to recognise a euphemism when she heard one.
‘Right,’ Nisha said, rolling her eyes. ‘The tension zipping back and forth through the air just then was totally about which stand should go where on festival day, or where to direct cars for overflow parking.’
