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forget about having sex with him, which is impossible because he is hot beyond belief. Plus, he just keeps looking at me. I wish he wouldn’t look at me.’ Kate sighed heavily down the phone. ‘Right, I can do this. Thank you. Have a nice evening. Kisses.’ Lillie hung up with a sigh of her own.
    Running her wrists under the cold tap to cool herself down, she tried to think of the most unsexy thing she could when inspiration hit her. She would just pretend he was her GCSE Physics teacher, the repulsive, greasy haired, bad-breathed Mr. Brown. Hah! Problem solved. Walking back to Jed, she felt pretty confident that she could stop thinking about being in bed with him. Sitting down, Lillie smiled and picked up the new drink Jed had got her.
    ‘Are you okay? That was quite the sudden departure,’ he asked and Lillie was touched at the obvious concern in his eyes.
    ‘Oh, no, I’m fine. I just remembered that I forgot to remind Kate of something important. Sorry.’ she said, smiling and thinking of Mr. Brown’s greasy comb over.
    Leaning back in his chair, Jed grinned slowly at her and drawled,
    ‘Nothing to apologise for. Actually, I was wondering if you’ve ever been a dancer?’
    Think of Mr. Brown’s monotonous voice, Lillie instructed herself, don’t look at Jed’s mouth, stop thinking about sex, take a drink and stop blushing. Answer the question. What question? The one about you being a dancer, dummy…
    ‘I mean, not an exotic dancer or anything, just like ballet or something. You walk like one, you know, slightly turned out feet, good posture…you’re very graceful in the way you move,’ Jed clarified, his own slight blush betraying his desire for Lillie not to think he was a creep.
    ‘Well, I used to do a lot of ballet up until about five or six years ago but I don’t do any dancing now except for clubbing.’
    ‘What made you stop?’ he said, leaning towards her.
    Lillie was distracted by a hint of woody aftershave and smiled at the thought of Jed making an effort for her. It made her relax a little and she leant back into the squashy sofa whilst she told him about her dancing and how university life hadn’t seemed compatible with it. Too much partying, too many lectures, not enough money for classes and a hate for pointe shoes had conspired to put an end to her ballet.
    ‘Have you ever thought of getting back into it? It sounds like you loved it and you said you hate your job now.’
    Lillie looked into her glass. There was no way she was telling him that she had once harboured a dream of being a singer and that dancing was the only creative outlet she had been allowed to pursue and, even then, that had been on a strictly recreational level. Her parents had encouraged her to concentrate on her academic studies when she went to uni and had pretty much bribed her to give up her dance classes for a bit of extra cash each month. Cash she had been in sore need of. That, plus her mum’s spectacular failure as a professional singer had sealed her fate for her. If Lillie’s mum, with her strong, power-ballad voice and charismatic stage presence, couldn’t make it, then no way did she think her daughter, all lilting tones and serious stage fright, would.
    She sighed and drained her glass, feeling the familiar regret washing over her, threatening to spill over into a rant against her controlling parents. She was sure Jed would find that really attractive.
    ‘Too late now,’ she said, putting her glass on the table. ‘I’m way too old to begin a career in dance unless I wanted to teach it.’
    She looked at her watch and stood up.
    ‘It’s nearly eight, we should probably go.’
    She noticed Jed’s look of surprise at her abrupt ending of their conversation and was about to apologise but he had stood up too, throwing back the last of his beer, already reaching for his jacket.
    Outside on the street, Jed was quiet but reached for her hand and Lillie desperately tried to think of something amusing or