Suddenly I've had enough of all this. I've had enough of being made to feel insecure and paranoid and wondering what's going on
Sophie KinsellaOk. don't panic. Don't panic. It's only a VISA bill. It's a piece of paper; a few numbers. I mean, just how scary can a few numbers be?
Sophie KinsellaIf you're single, then I'm single?" What's that supposed to be? Lyrics to a pop song?
Sophie KinsellaExcept...I do. Of course I do. Because as his hands gently cup my waist, I don't make a sound. As he swivels me around to face him, I don't make a sound. I don't need to. We're still talking. Every touch he makes, every imprint of his skin is like another word, another thought, a continuation of our conversation. And we're not done yet. Not yet.
Sophie Kinsella