I Heart Vegas

It took me a couple of goes at the international dialling codes from a mobile, but I got there in the end. ‘It’s Angela. Clark.’

‘Oh! Hi! What a lovely surprise!’

Sara and I didn’t speak often, but when we did, she didn’t usually sound like she was being bugged by the FBI.

watching an extremely attractive puppy take a nap. He stirred in his sleep, turning towards me, hair post-coitally mussed up, and his foot brushed against my bare leg while he made tiny sleeping noises. I’d got so used to having the bed to myself, the thrill of waking to find Alex beside me wouldn’t let me go back to sleep. Instead, I lay and looked at him, fighting the urge to wake him up just so I could see him smile.

wrinkled