Ben couldn’t help but laugh out loud at her last comment. “The book you read!” he repeated jovially, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her in to kiss her forehead before she’d had a chance to feel too self-conscious about his laughter, or try to explain or elaborate. He would have loved to have stayed like this, cuddled up next to her in their dark little hide-away (unglamorous as it was, particularly now that it smelled faintly of Ben’s sweat), but he knew that couldn’t last long.

“Someone’s probably missing you already,” he remarked wistfully. “I suppose we’d better get dressed.”