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He certainly didn’t now

It had started in the library, in the– just that it wasn’t like anything he’d ever seen her in before It had to have been a nightgohite and diaphanous With every breeze it ned to fit his hands

Never ical reason for a breeze It was his dream, and it was breezy, and then it didn’t matter anyway because when he took her hand and pulled her hard against him they were suddenly in his bedroom Not the one here at Aubrey Hall but back at Crake, with his e and square, with room for all sorts of reckless abandon

She didn’t say a word, which he had to adain, it was a dreah, it was pure Billie – wide and free – and when he laid her on the bed, her eyes met his, and it was as if she had been born for that moment

As if he had been born for that own, and she arched beneath hi

It was mad It was madness He shouldn’t knohat her breasts looked like He shouldn’t even be able to iine it

But he did, and in his dream, he worshipped theether until that intoxicatingly feminine valley formed between them Then he bent down and took her nipple between his teeth, teasing and teht

But it didn’t end there He slid his hands to the junction of her legs and her hips and he pushed her thighs open, his thu torturously close to her center

And then he stroked… closer… closer… until he could sense the wet heat of her, and he knew that their joining was inevitable She would be his, and it would be glorious His clothes …

And woke up

Bloody godda bollocks

He woke up

Life was spectacularly unfair

The following e had felt a bit of irony while watching, surely he could be forgiven There was Billie with a stiff, pointy thing, and there was he, still with a stiff, pointy thing, and it had to be said: only one of the any fun

It had taken a full hour of very icy thoughts before he was able to ed position in the chairs that had been set up at the edge of the field Every other gentleets, but not George He’d shed, and hethe sun Which was ridiculous, because the one spot of blue in the sky was about the size of his thumbnail

Desperate for a moment of his own company, he made for the library immediately after the tournament No one in the party struck him as much of a reader; surely he could find some peace and quiet

Which he did, for all of ten h the door

"George!" Billie exclaily well-rested