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I picked up the pillow beside me and hit her across the face with it.
Kat stared. She had wine in one hand. She put the bottle down very carefully on the bedside table, picked up the other pillow, and said, “Oh, you absolute cow,” and swung.
It got out of hand extremely fast. Within ninety seconds there were feathers in my hair, one pillow had split, the duvet was on the floor and we were rolling around the bed, laughing and shrieking and swatting each other, Kat’s long legs scissoring round my waist, my knee in her stomach, her tattooed arm round my neck in a hold I couldn’t break.
She pinned me. Her face was inches from mine, flushed, laughing. Feathers drifted down. She stopped laughing.
“Dani,” she said.
“Kat.”
“I’m going to kiss you now. If you don’t want that, say so.”
“Shut up and do it.”
She kissed me hard. Her hand slid up under my T-shirt and I tore her hoodie off, we fell back on the bed in a flurry of feathers, and we did it fast, rough and breathless. She got my knickers off, I got her joggers down. Her fingers were inside me before I’d caught my breath and I was rubbing her clit against my thigh, both of us gasping, snarling, coming close together in a clash of teeth and hair.
In the morning we sat at opposite ends of the breakfast table, pretending not to know each other, with feathers in our hair.
Tamsin looked from one of us to the other and quietly slid a tenner across the table to Gareth.
Ending 14 of 16: Pillow Fight. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.