A/N A couple of short chapters coming up I'm afraid before they finally get somewhere. Thanks for sticking with it. S.C.
Everyone's watching the cricket now.
It looked like it was over for England just a little while ago when Vaughan and Jones went out in quick succession, but Pietersen seems to have upped the ante, reaching his fifty off 46 balls and filling everyone with hope again. Well, all the English people anyway. And thankfully, it appears he isn't quite done yet, much to the dismay and disgust of Mick and his Aussie mates.
"Come on, Kevin," Ruth calls enthusiastically in the midst of the others' boos and shouts of encouragement. It's proving to be rather fun watching with an almost equally divided group of people.
She feels Harry slowly lean towards her making her heart skip several beats.
Damn him!
Why does he have to have such a strong effect on her? For the last hour, she's been stubbornly trying to distance herself emotionally while still continuing with the charade, despite knowing how futile an attempt it is.
"Kevin?" he murmurs near her ear.
"That's his name," she counters, trying hard not to blush and failing.
"Fan of his, are you?"
"Well, no, I wouldn't say a fan exactly. Why? Are you jealous?"
She turns her head to give him a playful grin, only to feel her mouth go dry and her heart stop at the intense, smouldering look he gives her.
"Hardly," he murmurs. "I've got you right beside me, Ruth. I've tasted your lips. What does he have exactly?"
She daren't, can't breathe as she struggles to find her voice. Surely this can't be the legend speaking, can it? He must feel-
"Out!" Mick and his Aussie mates yell, making her jump and shattering the moment between them.