‘You are an impossible woman, but I’m not turning into anything except a devoted – and probably jealous – husband. If that’s alien, you’ll just have to get used to it.’
‘I think I can live with that.’
‘I’m not giving you an alternative, darling,’ he said, pulling me even closer and kissing me again.
What could I do? I’d done my best to resist, but clearly in a situation like this it’s every woman for herself!
With a sudden staccato rattle, a cascade of rose quartz hit the flagged floor and ricocheted against the windows like hailstones.
‘What the hell was that?’ he exclaimed, raising his head.
‘Oh, nothing important,’ I told him dreamily. ‘Just my love beads exploding again.’
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