Stanton Box Set

“No, like a peck. But there was probably more that I missed.”

“And he pulled away?” I frown.

“Yep, totally.” She nods. “But then he was looking at her all doe-eyed all night, like he wanted more to happen but he didn’t make a move.”

“Hmm, I will ask Josh about it later,” I whisper as Adrian walks into the room.

“Morning ladies.” He smiles.

I smile broadly at someone who is fast-tracking his way to being one of my favourite people. “Morning, Mr Murphy, how was the gym?” I ask as Cameron walks in and takes a seat at the table.

“Yeah ok.” He flicks on the coffee machine.

“Go ask him now,” Abbie whispers over the bean grinder.

“Shhh,” I whisper. “Abbie, you are so punishing.”

“That’s why you love me,” She replies.

Joshua returns from his shower and the seven of us all take a seat. I place the large Spanish omelette in the middle of the table with the fruit and toast I have prepared, and everybody starts to tuck in. Joshua is sitting opposite me.

“What’s on the agenda today?” I ask.

Joshua swallows his food. “I thought we would go down and get you a motorbike licence.”

I look at him in horror across the table. “Why?” I answer.

“So we can go riding together,” he states matter-of-factly.

I screw up my face. “Ah, no, not happening. I could think of nothing worse.”

Joshua smirks. “What now? Why wouldn’t you want to ride a motorbike?”

“Because I hate them and these roads here are frigging dangerous. I don’t normally like to get killed on holidays,” I mutter as I bite into my toast.

Abbie, Bridget and Adrian smile.

“Wouldn’t you rather die doing something you love?” Joshua frowns.

“Exactly.” I point my fork at him and he smirks as he takes another bite of his food.

“How would you want to die then?” He raises his eyebrows.

I shrug. “So doing something I love right?” I question.

He nods as he continues eating.

I think for a moment. “I would like to die in my sleep or eating a Big Mac.”

Joshua screws up his face in disgust.

“I would like to die getting a head job,” Cameron interjects. “What a way to go.” He shovels more food into his mouth.

Ben laughs and Adrian rolls his eyes.

“I would like to die in Paris,” Bridget says, smiling. “Underneath the Eiffel Tower.”

Ben smiles warmly at Bridget and I drop my head to hide my smile at their interaction.