There’s a beat of unusual silence before Elle’s head pops up, and her crystal eyes are so wide they look like they’re about to fall out.
"Holy shite, Sarah!“
Everything made so much fucking sense now. Sitting up, she grabs her friend by the arms and starts shaking her. "Ya like ‘im! Ya like bloody John Stearne! Holy shite!!”
Sarah’s cheeks go beet red, and she flails her arms slightly to break free of her best friend’s hold. “Elle! I do not!” Her cheeks give her away though. No way Elle would ever believe her lie. “I just said he isn’t awful...”









