Sarah Pinborough - Cross Her Heart

I’m proud of myself. I’m making this his fault.

We should meet.

The words shock me so much that for a minute the screen blurs slightly. My palms sweat with a surge of adrenaline.

When?

Does that sound too demanding? But I want to know. I want to meet him now . I’d get out of bed and go anywhere he asked to see him in the flesh and talk to him and all the other stuff.

After your exams are over. About ten days? I’ll sort out a time and place and let you know. Will have to be at night, though. Is that okay?

Is that okay? I’m grinning so hard I think my face will split.

Yes, yes yes! xxxxxxxxx

I’m too excited for any more games. And it’s good for him to know how happy this makes me.

But keep it secret okay? Just us. It’ll be fun. No pressure.

My heart is exploding.

I promise I won’t tell a soul.

And I mean it. I won’t. Maybe afterwards I’ll tell the girls – if there’s something to tell – but not before. They’d probably want to come with me, and no way is that happening.

For a few moments he says nothing and then:

Sorry, gotta go. Miss you, Beautiful. See you soon. Xx

I sign off with about a hundred kisses and flop back on my pillows. We’re going to meet. We’re actually going to meet.

This is the best thing ever.

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