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between my legs, so much so, that I almost believe he can feel it.
    He wraps his fingers around my wrists, his eyes pleading with mine. ‘Please. Alex, I’m begging you … forty-eight hours? Tell me you’ll stay.’
    My mind has gone AWOL. I can barely breathe, let alone speak. What is he doing to me? I have never heard him sound like this, so needy, so longing. I think to myself that maybe he is in some type of trouble or pain and needs to talk about it. My heart says, Yes that’s it, he is my best friend and he needs me . Of course, I should have picked up on it before. Why else would he sound so beseeching? He probably doesn’t have too many close friends he can talk to like he can with me, particularly given the pressure and responsibility of his job and research commitments. He obviously needs to talk otherwise he wouldn’t be putting me in this situation. And here I am, contemplating not being there for my friend, my best friend, just when he needs me.
    Needless to say, I lose the battle as my voice concurs with my heart’s logic. And I hear myself say ever so softly, ‘I suppose … I could …’ I can barely get the words out of my constricted throat as they form an almost inaudible whisper.
    But because Jeremy is still so close, he hears them. With eagerness written all over his face he asks, ‘Did you say what I think you said?’
    Is he really trying to make me say it again? It was hard enough the first time.
    ‘I need to know you’re committed. You have no idea how important this is to me.’
    I take a deep breath.
    ‘Yes, I will stay for the weekend,’ I confirm, a little more clearly.
    A smile instantly washes over his face as he releases my wrists, sweeps me off the lounge and embraces me tightly as he spins me around the room. I can’t help but laugh as the tension vanishes between us.
    ‘Thank you, Alexandra. You won’t regret it, I promise.’
    He excitedly reaches for the waiting glasses of champagne. ‘Let’s toast. To the next forty-eight hours.’
    To which I can’t help but think, Oh dear , but toast him nonetheless and allow the bubbles of the champagne to join their butterfly friends in my stomach.
    Before I can come to terms with the reality of my agreement, he says, quick as a flash, ‘Right. AB, where’s your phone?’
    Of course, I will need to let others know of my sudden change of plans, the forthcoming consequences to my family and friends finally dawning on me.
    ‘What am I going to say? What will they think?’ I am talking out loud as I fumble around in my congested handbag and locate my phone. Reservations once again creep into my thoughts. Am I doing the right thing? Was it a moment of weakness or desire that made me say yes? Undoubtedly both!
    ‘Jeremy, maybe I shouldn’t … it’s not right …’
    ‘No buts, no regrets, AB!’
    Jeremy bounces right next to me on the lounge, as if sensing my apprehension and second thoughts. He snatches the phone out of my hand and strides to the other side of the room. Theexcitable puppy is turning panther-like with frightening ease and grace.
    ‘Let me take care of that for you,’ he says with a huge grin on his face.
    He has completely regressed. Where is the distinguished, globally acknowledged and multi-award-winning medical research doctor? I am apparently back at uni with my cocky mate, still teasing and tormenting me.
    ‘Please give it back.’
    ‘Not on your life, sweetheart, you’re mine for the weekend. You just said so yourself. Don’t worry, I will send through a message on your behalf.’
    I have no idea whether he is serious or not.
    ‘I am more than capable of sending a message from my own phone.’ I walk over to where he is standing, my hand outstretched, waiting. ‘Give it to me, now.’ My voice is stern as he ducks and weaves, manoeuvring himself away from me like a complete idiot.
    ‘I need to call home. JEREMY!’ I scream at him as he continues his childish movements around the room.
    ‘No, you