Page 119 of The Long Haul
‘What, pretending to like you so I could actually make you very poorly indeed?’
Callum shrugs. ‘You really didn’t like me for a long time, a while back.’
‘True,’ I muse.
‘And you seemed to quite enjoy pushing me into a luggage buggy, too.’
I bite my lip.
‘I am very sorry about all that.’
‘I know. I wasn’t exactly an exemplary human being myself. Which is why I will always be making it up to you.’
‘I do quite like the sound of that,’ I murmur. ‘But, Cal, it’s Monday morning and we have to get to Heathrow.’
We share a look.
‘How d’you feel?’ he asks.
‘Nervous. What if …’
He pulls me close, then, bestowing soft kisses across the bridge of my nose.
‘We’ve got each other,’ he says. ‘That’s all that matters. I’d better grab a shower.’
I shake my head, hold on to him tight. ‘Nope.’
‘And you thinkI’mthe distracting one.’ He laughs.
