“Anyway, when you cussed me out for being rude to you, well,” he rolled on top of me and kissed the tip of my nose, “… I was lost to you right then. You were tiny compared to me, but fought back like a pitbull. After that, our meetings were just a comedy of errors, but through our twisted little rendezvous I got to know you; and you, me… the real me.”

I fluttered my eyelashes in agreement and brought him down for a kiss. He pulled back, flushed and breathless. “Quite frankly, I’ve never been one to care what other people say about me, and I’m pretty sure you don’t either. If people want to criticise us for getting into this too quickly, I say f**k them. If we want this, what the hell are we waiting for? This works for you and me, screw everyone else. Are you in?”

He seemed a little worried for a moment before he saw it in my eyes that I couldn’t agree more. “Aye. I say f**k ‘em too!” I agreed in my strongest Geordie accent.

He bellowed out a laugh and moved over me, placing his thick arms over my head and resting his forehead against mine. With a sigh he said, “I missed you, gorgeous.”

I put my arms around his neck. “I missed you, too. I’m sorry my phone was off when you tried to reach me, but I saw that bloody press release at the airport and needed to just get away from it all. It kind of destroyed me.”

His eyes were pained. “Sunshine, please don’t apologise. You had every right; you were trying to move on. I was too, but it wasn’t working out so well on my end. I won’t lose you again. I want you forever if you’ll have me.”

He lowered his hips and moved himself between my legs, silently asking for my permission to make love to me. I nodded, and he pushed forward, his head seeking comfort in the crook of my shoulder and neck, groaning as I arched at his welcome intrusion.

He reared up clenching his jaw, breathing harshly through his nostrils. “I have to have this forever. It feels so right… God…” I wrapped my arms around him tighter and replied, panting, “It will be forever, babes, I promise. This is one girl that isn’t going anywhere, and no-one on earth can take me from you. I made you mine, remember? Plus, I’m a stubborn cow and will kick the shit out of anyone who tries. These fake nails are not just for show: they’re my bitch-fighting claws, and I sharpen them regularly!”

He tried to smile but instead bit his lip at the incredibly intense feeling of us joined together and picked up the speed of his thrusts. Comforted by my reassuring words, he reached for my hands, clasping them tightly in his and rolled us over, placing me on top, tipping us both over the edge quicker than you can say ‘Holy Orgasms!’

We laid in bed, sated, my limp body sprawled over his, happy to just be together in the quietness of the night. His hand moved to my hair and he ran his fingers through it, unknotting the tatty strands. I felt like purring. In fact, I think I actually did. I was a thoroughly petted pu**y. Ahem.

I was dozing off when I heard, “It was love at first sight for me, you know. Right from the beginning, I was crazy about you, I realise that now,” he whispered, so low I almost didn’t catch it.

I lifted my head to his chest and folded my arms, staring at him with my mouth open. “I-I… I don’t know what to say,” I said softly, unable to respond any further.

He shrugged, nervously. “You asked if I thought about why we were so serious so quickly. But everything with you was like a whirlwind and kinda bowled me over. When I saw you at the restaurant, something in me changed, and I couldn’t breathe. I loved you right then; even if I was being a stubborn dick about it, I knew deep down it was the truth.”

“You didn’t know me,” I replied in a hushed tone, still shell-shocked by his confession.

He focused on me with sure eyes. “My soul did.”

“Tudor!” I sang shyly, feeling all mushy inside.

He giggled and kissed my forehead. “Chew-da!” he said, mocking my accent. “I love how you say my name. I just love everything about you.”

I am now a puddle on the floor.

“You, Mr. North, are a whopping big slice of Canadian Cheddar. Who knew you were so cheesy?”

He frowned and pouted. “I’m not cheesy. I’m a body builder, ‘The Blade Reaper’. I can’t be cheesy; I have a reputation to protect,” he sulked.

I tickled his ribs, making him squirm. “Cheesy, cheesy, cheesy. But I’ll allow it as it makes me love you more. Hard shell for the world, soft gooey centre for me – the girl you love. And I promise it’ll be our little secret, okay? No-one will ever know you’re a soppy baby bear. You got that, Yogi?”