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darkness. He hadn’t expected to hear back that
night. He hadn’t expected to be so happy about it either. He blamed the wine
and the boredom of school.
    Hi Jack.
My parents are driving me crazy already. I wish I were there.
    He furrowed
his brow trying to work out if her quick reply this time meant she had known
who it was last time or not. Maybe she hadn’t after all. That nettled him. He
acknowledged ruefully that he was contradicting himself. He wanted her to want
him but not too much. He decided to stop thinking about it. He was putting way
too much thought into all this. It wasn’t his responsibility whether she liked
him or not. He fancied a bit of Sophie and she could handle it.
    I wish you
were here too. Right here in this bed
    The
darkness around him created an intimacy and he felt full of anticipation. There
was a long pause before she replied:

Tough luck
    He
laughed, so she wasn’t going to be easily seduced into flirty texting.
    Can I call
you? He typed. He
felt confident he could talk her round.
    No, the
walls here are paper-thin and I’m going to sleep now, maybe some other time.

Ok. Good night Sophie.
    She didn’t
reply again. He smiled as he put the phone back. She was definitely punishing
him for not calling her sooner. Fair enough. But her tactics were working. He
wished now that he had called her before. He would definitely try again at some
point.
    Sophie sat
on her bed with her knees pulled up to her chest. She’d totally ballsed it up.
He’d wanted to talk and she’d blown her chance. But she had thrown herself at
him once before and he hadn’t respected her for it. He’d behaved like a total
pig. She liked him so much, but she had some pride. Yet her stupid pride might
have cost her the only opportunity she was going to have to get close to him
once more. She’d be lucky to ever speak to him again.

Chapter Seven
     
    Rose was
awake early the next morning. She wanted to go down to the Common Room and
write to her parents. But instead she lay in bed. She had dreamed of Leo. He
might be in the Common Room and then what? She desperately wanted to see him
but she was also so unsure how to act. Had they agreed to secretly ‘date’?
Where they just going to fool around together for a while when no one was
looking? She already ached for him to kiss her again.
    This was
all his fault. She had hardly thought about him at all before he had kissed her
and given her the winged horse necklace. How could one kiss change her feelings
so much? Had her feelings changed or was it just a physical thing?
    In her
dream they had been flying side by side across the ocean. It hadn’t been
physical at all. It had been the pleasure of being together far away from
everyone else.
    Ok, so she
liked him a bit more than she maybe admitted to herself before.
    Sighing
quietly she decided not to go down early, she would try to act normal in every
way. She and Leo could not be friends in public, but every now and then they
could slip off secretly together until they got the attraction out of their
system.
    Several
opportunities to be together came up over the rest of the holidays. With the
school almost empty they found lots of places to be alone without causing
suspicion. Rose began to dread everyone else coming back to school. She would
never find time alone with him. She usually spent all her day times at classes
with either Alex or with Sophie and Grace. When would she be able to see Leo?
    Being with
him was becoming the highlight of every day. Not just the kissing, though she
couldn’t get enough, but he was also funny and clever, she loved just talking
too.
    Rose also
really started to resent Diana, who seemed to come looking for Leo whenever
they disappeared together. What was her problem?
    She tried
tackling Leo on the subject again. But he refused to talk about it.
    “I’m not
discussing Diana with you, it’s not my place to tell you anything about her.
She wouldn’t want me to. But there is nothing