I love you.”I stared stupidly at him. Was he joking again, reciting another line from my story? I didn’t remember writing this.He leaned in and kissed me. I didn’t respond for a few seconds. My mind lagged behind what my body was feeling.“Say it,” he whispered against my lips. “I know this is hard for you. Tell me.”“I love you.” Hearing my own words, I gasped at the rush of emotion.He put his hands on either side of my jaw and took my mouth with his.

Why are you pretending to write, when I already know you're just doing that to intimidate me?

Dad" I pleaded, "this is so [cuss word you never, ever say in front of your mother] ridiculous.

He grinned at me and whispered, “I’m going to kiss you now. It’ll be a big one, so don’t hit me.

This was about to go very bad, because Adam was going to cry. “I miss you,” he said, and his voice broke.

It’s not really wine,” he said. “It’s Diet Coke. And if anyone ever serves you brown wine with a foamy head, send it back.

Can you put your hands on my crotch?”“Why, hell no, I cannot.” I didn’t remember anything like this happening in Pride and Prejudice.

Boys don’t gossip.”“Pah! You don’t know us as well as you think.”This was a disturbing prospect.

Oh.” My dad actually looked sheepish. “It’s one o’clock in the morning and I was going to tell you to shut the monkey up and go to bed. I didn’t realise what was going on in here.”“What’s going on in here?” Cameron asked suspiciously.“Maturity.” My dad backed out of the room and closed the door.