It was really hot. I mean really REALLY hot, like sweat beading down your back and pooling in your waistband hot. But the air-con had broken down last week.

The Everglades in July wasn't the best place to have broken air-con. She only hoped that Brad would come back soon. Her make-up had melted off her face, and her long flowing locks were a matted tangled mess.

She heard the door open and jumped up expectantly. Excitedly.

He was carrying a box. A large box.

"You. Are a life-saver," she said, planting a kiss on his cheek as he unpacked the desperately-needed gift from the box and switched it on. Cool wafts of air breezed over them as she moaned in delight and relief…

"There. What do you think Becs?"

Beca looked over her shoulder at the laptop screen and rolled her eyes. "You really haven't got the hang of this fan fiction thing at all have you Chlo?"