“Oh mon Dieu! It’s Britney Spears!” And while they all looked around for the non-existent singer I quickly grabbed my things, grabbed the still miffy cat and threw myself through the barrier with 30 seconds to spare.
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I trailed off as I realised our position; me on top of Oliver, my leg between his, my hands on his chest, his hands around my waist and out mouths an inch apart.