I'll Be Home For Christmas. Abbey Clancy

with Gandalf?’ I asked, smiling at the thought.

      ‘I thought about that, but I think she’d be happier in the guest block, don’t you? And she’s cool. You’ll like her. Maybe we can invite Cooper Black over for dinner, and set them up with each other. . .’

      I pondered that for a moment. It would possibly be the most showbizzy blind date known to man, assuming they could both cope with a few days in the English countryside. Cooper was from New York, and Vella, as far as I remembered, was from Berlin, so they might be a bit thrown off by the mud and the chickens. Still. It was an amusing idea.

      ‘Maybe,’ I replied, letting my hand drift from his bare chest to another bare place, beneath the sheets. He responded in an immediate and very flattering manner. ‘And maybe we should just stop thinking about Vella, and Cooper Black, and singles, and albums, and definitely Gandalf, and start thinking about ourselves.’

      In one quick move, he had me lying flat on my back, and was undoing the buttons on my top.

      ‘Or maybe we should just stop thinking altogether. . .’ he whispered, kissing my neck in a way that had exactly that effect.