Free Lizzie Marshall's Wedding by Emily Harvale Page A

was it like? Is he a really good kisser? Of course he is; what am I saying? Did he ... did you ... well, you know, did it get further than just kissing?’
    ‘Susie!’ Becky blushed furiously but she sounded disappointed when she answered. ‘No ...  But I think it could have. Just imagine how awful that would have been! Me, having sex at lunchtime on a Monday and with a complete stranger. And I don’t even like him!’
    Jess burst out laughing. ‘Good God yes! The end of the world as we know it. Come on Becky, you having sex again at any time would be pretty bloody amazing!’
    ‘Don’t be mean!’
    ‘I’m not! I’m being serious. It’s been five years or more since you even kissed a man – let alone had hot, passionate sex with one. It’s just ... well, so unlike you. And he’s not a complete stranger, you’ve met at least three or four times now and as for not liking him – who are you trying to kid?’ Jess winked.
    ‘That’s not fair,’ Susie said in Becky’s defence, ‘before she met Jeremy she was always having hot sex with men.’
    ‘Susie!’ Becky almost dropped her cup of coffee and her eyes darted around the café, although, apart from the three of them, Doreen, and her friend, Violet Wren, the place was deserted. ‘Thank heavens no one heard that. I wasn’t always having hot sex, or any other kind of sex for that matter. I only dated two other men before I met Jeremy.’
    Susie shrugged. ‘Yeah well, it always seemed to me like you were. What I mean is, you were never without a boyfriend.’
    ‘Okay. That’s true but I can assure you, I wasn’t having sex! I didn’t “do it” until my sixteenth birthday and that was only because I wasn’t thinking straight, after mum and dad ...’
    ‘Oh God! Me and my big mouth.’ Susie squeezed Becky’s shoulder. ‘I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bring back painful memories.’
    ‘I know you didn’t. It’s okay.’ Becky took a deep breath. The accident in which her parents died had happened just before her sixteenth birthday and yet sometimes, it felt like just days ago. ‘They’ve been gone sixteen years now. I’m not saying I don’t still miss them – I do, almost every day but let’s face it, life can be very, bloody cruel – you just have to deal with it.’
    ‘And it’s certainly been cruel to you, more than once, first your real dad abandoning you then ... sorry! I’ll shut up.’ Susie cast her eyes down to her cup and stirred her coffee.
    Becky leant towards her and gave her a playful shove with her shoulder. ‘It’s okay Susie. Honestly.’
    ‘Let’s get back to Max and that kiss,’ Jess said. ‘It was really good wasn’t it? You just have to look at him to know that it would be.’
    Becky blushed again but she nodded in agreement. ‘I hate to admit it, but it was. Oh Hell, it was !’
    ‘O-M-G the girl’s in love! You’ve gone all starry-eyed,’ Jess teased.
    ‘I haven’t! And I’m not in love, I can assure you. In lust, perhaps, but definitely not in love!’
    ‘Lust is good. In fact, lust is even better,’ Jess said, clearly considering the options. ‘No messy emotions to complicate things. Just pure unadulterated sex! What could be better?’
    ‘Winning the Lottery, at this point in my life.’
    ‘Oh. Yes well that’s true but you’d have to buy a ticket to do that – and we all know you don’t.’
    ‘I’ve got better things to spend my hard-earned money on. You know as well as I do that you stand more chance of getting run over than you do of winning that – and with my luck, we know I’d get run over ... by a bus ... and a lorry.’ Becky smiled sardonically then her mind drifted back to her long-dead parents.
    ‘So anyway, back to Max,’ Susie said. ‘Why did it stop at a kiss and what happened after? Are you going to see him again? Did he say anything? Tell me! I have to have details.’
    Becky dragged her thoughts back from the past, remembering instead, what it had felt like to