‘Yeah?’
‘You had your school reunion two years ago.’
‘Oh God,’ Mark put his hands to his head, ‘did
I? I forgot.’
‘Mark?’
‘Yeah?’
‘Why did you really come out here?’
‘Cos I want you to be my girlfriend,’ he grinned.
‘And that’s it?’
‘Yes, why?’
‘Cos I have to go now, right now.’
‘Okay, just give me my kiss.’
‘Uh?’
‘You’re my bird, I’m entitled to a snog.’
‘You’re a tosser.’
‘I know.’ He leaned forward and drew her towards him. His strong lips were on hers. She never wanted this kiss to end. ‘Did I ever tell you I think you’re beautiful?’ he murmured.
‘Tell me next weekend.’ Anna suddenly felt dizzyingly happy. This was too much to take in. She’d have to go away and analyse this, like, for ever. ‘After all, it’s taken you over a decade already and they’re boarding my flight now.’
‘What are we doing next weekend?’
‘You’re coming over to London.’
‘Am I? Cool!’
‘I’ll see you then,’ Anna grinned, her eyes shining. Over a decade, Mark mused as he watched her disappear through security. Over a decade. Was it
really that long? It was too long. Far too long. A year was a much more reasonable time frame. Yes, a year was good. And that’s exactly how long he’d give himself to get her to come back home.
THE END
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