Crazy Little Thing Called Love: The perfect laugh out loud romantic comedy you won’t be able to put down. Charlotte Butterfield

that a line? Because it sounded like a line.’

      He smiled. ‘Would you want it to be a line? If it was a line?’

      This was it, this was the crossroads where she could continue the evening down the wonderful path it had been going down, or she could stop it and they could go back to the wedding and pretend that they hadn’t just met their soulmate. And she could bang her head against the wall for the rest of the night.

      ‘I think I’d like it to be a line.’

      Nick slowly leant over the table and tilted her chin up so her lips met his. He parted her lips with his tongue and his hand moved up to the back of her head. Leila leant in and rested her hand on his leg. When they finally broke away they were both smiling.

      ‘We might be more comfortable in the cabin,’ she heard herself say. Three months Leila. You’ve done so well for three months.

      But for the next hour and a half she managed to keep any sort of feelings of guilt or self-loathing at bay. In fact, it was remarkably easy to not think of very much at all.

      ***

      Despite how well acquainted they were with each other, considering the positions they’d managed to contort themselves into in the tiny cabin just moments before, there was now an uncomfortable silence walking back up the hill to the hotel. Nick had tried to take Leila’s hand, but she’d put it firmly in her pocket. He’d then casually shoulder-barged her after making a joke, but she remained passive and distant.

      ‘Look,’ she offered finally, as the hotel came into view. ‘There’s something you should know.’

      They kept walking, but their pace had slowed. ‘You’re married.’

      ‘No.’

      ‘But you are with someone?’

      ‘Absolutely not.’

      ‘You have a weird disease that you should have told me about before and now it’s very probable that I have it too.’