Girl Heart Boy: No Such Thing as Forever (Book 1) Read Free Page B

found its way under my knicker elastic.
    ‘Don’t you want to?’ murmured Joe, kissing my earlobe.
    I didn’t know how to respond without breaking the mood, so I did a kind of kiss/shake-head/kiss manoeuvre while transferring his hand to my back.
    Joe groaned, ‘You’re killing me, you know that?’ and he kissed me hard, his tongue grappling with mine as he let out occasional little moans. It was horny as hell and I could have given up my virginity there and then if we hadn’t been in public and I hadn’t known him precisely twelve hours. I’m not a hopelessly unrealistic romantic, but I wanted more from such a momentous occasion than sand in my bits and a nagging worry that we could have providedsomeone walking by the beach with their own private porno. I’d already gone as far as I’d ever gone before.
    So we carried on kissing (a lot) and talking (a bit), and that was more than enough for me. For now.
    As the sky started to lighten, Joe and I lay on the sand, his arm round my shoulders and my head on his chest. I listened to his heart beating as bubbles of happiness burst inside me.
    ‘I should get back,’ I said finally, running my hand over the soft, washed-out cotton of his T-shirt and desperately not wanting the night to end.
    He kissed the top of my head and said, ‘Shame,’ then reached down and murmured into my ear: ‘I have plans for you, missy.’
    Oh God. Lust lust.
    ‘Yeah, well, you’ll just have to lock them away,’ I replied, clambering to my feet. It wasn’t just my own mixed feelings about losing it that meant I needed to go. Assuming Joe wanted to take me back to wherever he was staying, I really didn’t feel like trying to explain later to panicking parents exactly where I’d been. However, as I wasn’t up for explaining the embarrassing parent factor to Joe either, I just said, ‘Fancy meeting later?’ I tried to sound offhand, in direct contradiction to my actual feelings.
    Joe sat up and rested his elbows on his raisedknees. I tried not to stare at the sand caught in the fair hairs on his legs. ‘Definitely.’ He grinned and waggled his eyebrows saucily.
    ‘At the cafe on the beach?’ I said pointedly.
    He gave me a little salute. ‘Yes, of course. Sorry, Sarah Doesn’t-like-beer.’ And he suddenly jumped up and pulled me towards him by my waist. ‘You are gorgeous,’ he said, and went in for another deep kiss.
    I managed to extricate myself, laughing as he pretended to grapple for me. ‘Joe! I’ve got to go.’
    He gave me a short sharp smack on the bum. ‘Yes, go. And be at the cafe, four p.m., or there’ll be trouble.’
    ‘Quaking in my boots,’ I mocked, then ran off giggling as he made a lunge for me. Amazing what some proper kissing can do for a girl’s confidence.
    I smiled all the way back along the winding shrub-lined path from the beach to our bungalow, breathing in the heady scent of lavender and juniper and feeling invincible. As the sun started to climb over the horizon, I quietly let myself in and locked the door behind me. Fortunately the place was silent save for a low electrical humming and the sound of the crickets outside. My flip-flops made a racket on the tiled floor, so I kicked them off and cautiously stuck my head round Mum and Dad’s bedroom door to let themknow I was back. Thankfully they didn’t wake up enough to notice the daylight beginning to seep through their shutters. I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Ham, cheese, tomatoes, bread, chocolate. Perfect. I made a doorstep sandwich and put it on a tray, along with some crisps, a hefty slab of the chocolate and a glass of water and carried it through to the living room. I grabbed the remote and sat on the sofa, curling my legs under me. There were only Spanish TV channels, but I found an episode of
Friends
. Dubbed, of course, but still – it was kind of comforting.
    Anyway, I didn’t really want to watch TV. I just wanted to be. To be up as the sky lightened, eating