Holly Martin - One Hundred Christmas Proposals

‘As much as I love Harry, I have to agree. I think she’ll be gutted.’

‘I’m tempted to tell her myself.’

‘We can’t do that.’

‘I know. Oh god, I know. Here, have some more cake.’

‘I’m going to be the size of a house by the time this comes to a head, aren’t I?’

‘Yes, you are and I’m not even going to apologise for it. You want someone to blame, blame Harry.’

‘Pass me the cake, me and him are going to have serious words.’

I stood frozen in the hall. Badger wasn’t the only one who was going to have serious words with Harry.

*

I walked back into our house later determined to get to the bottom of the secrets, only to find Harry was sprawled out on the sofa fast asleep. With his eyelashes casting dark shadows on his cheeks and his mouth open slightly, he looked the picture of angelic innocence. I turned the TV off and he stirred slightly, smiling in his sleep.

I ran my hand across his cheek and his eyes fluttered open.

‘Hey beautiful,’ he said, sleepily. ‘I was just dreaming about you.’

I smiled and held out my hand. ‘Come to bed.’

His smile grew as he sat up – swinging his legs off the sofa, he pulled me between his legs and buried his face in my stomach, running gentle kisses through the fabric of my jumper.

He stood up and swung me into his arms, kissing me hard. Whatever was going on with him could wait until tomorrow.

‘Have I told you today how much I love you?’ I said, fastening my arms round his neck.

‘Ha! That’s my line.’ He carried me upstairs. ‘Let me show you instead.’

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