his beard off. He’d dismissed it with a joke when I’d tried to say thank
you but I’d still been very touched, and I can’t help noticing how handsome the
angles and planes of his face look without their hairy covering.
He lounges back against the cushions looking scrumptious as
normal in ripped jeans, a navy blue t-shirt and white Converse, and he stares
back at me meditatively until I squirm slightly. “What?” I finally ask.
“Just wondering if you’re a sexy witch, a sexy zombie or a
sexy corpse.”
I’m bewildered. “I’m just wondering if you’re a sexy nutter.
What are you on about?”
“I am sexy whatever I put on. You’re quite right Alys
and very astute as normal, although I’m thinking it’s a wee bit non-PC to call
me a nutter, but you’re the student you tell me. What is PC now?”
I look to Matt for help who has sunk into one of the deep
leather chairs and stretched his long legs out looking at Bram indulgently.
“What’s he on about? I need a translation.”
He laughs. “Luckily I also run a Bram translation service as
well as being a fantastically brilliant assistant. Bram is speculating on what
costume you will be wearing to the Halloween party on Saturday.”
“What Halloween party?”
Matt sighs and shakes his head at Bram who merely looks
confused. “You didn’t tell her did you?” Matt says.
Bram looks slightly indignant which typically only makes him
look hotter. ”I did tell her.”
I shake my head. “No you didn’t Bram. All you’ve asked of me
this week is to stop hanging my underwear up in the bathroom.”
Matt looks confused. “Your en suite?” I nod. “Why? Bram
doesn’t use it.”
Bram shrugs theatrically. “I had to the other day when Mick
was fixing mine and once seen never forgotten, plus I walked into the fucking
stuff and the lads only told me that I had a pair of knickers caught on my
shirt button after I’d done half an hour of an interview with Rolling Stone.”
Matt and I burst out laughing and he grins lazily. One of
his many endearing qualities is that it’s virtually impossible to offend him
and he takes piss taking like water off a duck’s back. “What did the reporter
say?” I ask.
“I think it actually cemented my status as the main
heartthrob in the group. I tell you Matty, People’s Sexiest Man is mine for the
taking. I’ll be second place no more.”
Matt scoffs. “You and Chris Hemsworth mate. I know which one
I’d vote for.”
“Oh me too,” I sigh and Bram’s eyes narrow.
“It’d better be me you’ve got in your head right now and not
Thor.”
I laugh out loud. “I’m thinking of his mighty hammer right
now,” I say tauntingly, and Matt puts his cheek to his hands in a parody of a
crushing teenager making me snort out loud which turns into an alarmed squeak
as Bram tackles me onto my back on the sofa. I squeal and wriggle but to no
avail as he proceeds to sit on me. “Get off me you idiot,” I shriek.
He cups his hand to his ear. “I’m sorry Alys, what did you
say?”
“And that’s why you’ll never win. Chris has sexier ears than
you.”
His voice goes high. “Sexier ears . What the fuck are
you lot judging this competition on? This is why I’ve never won.” He’s
trying not to laugh but not doing too well, and I squirm again shrieking as he
tickles me.
“No fuck off Bram, don’t fucking tickle me.”
He laughs evilly. “Oh no I’m making you sweat. Matty fetch a
towel. She’s sweating because the sexiest man in the world is sitting on her.
Say it Alys. Say that I’m sexy.”
I gurgle and the bastard actually bends forward and mops my
brow with something bright pink. “Is that … is that my thong?” I shriek and he
and Matt burst out laughing, Bram so much that he falls off me onto the floor
where I pounce on him ripping my knickers out of his hand. “You’re a sick
pervert. Have you been carrying those around all week?”
He’s laughing really hard now and clutching his
you but I’d still been very touched, and I can’t help noticing how handsome the
angles and planes of his face look without their hairy covering.
He lounges back against the cushions looking scrumptious as
normal in ripped jeans, a navy blue t-shirt and white Converse, and he stares
back at me meditatively until I squirm slightly. “What?” I finally ask.
“Just wondering if you’re a sexy witch, a sexy zombie or a
sexy corpse.”
I’m bewildered. “I’m just wondering if you’re a sexy nutter.
What are you on about?”
“I am sexy whatever I put on. You’re quite right Alys
and very astute as normal, although I’m thinking it’s a wee bit non-PC to call
me a nutter, but you’re the student you tell me. What is PC now?”
I look to Matt for help who has sunk into one of the deep
leather chairs and stretched his long legs out looking at Bram indulgently.
“What’s he on about? I need a translation.”
He laughs. “Luckily I also run a Bram translation service as
well as being a fantastically brilliant assistant. Bram is speculating on what
costume you will be wearing to the Halloween party on Saturday.”
“What Halloween party?”
Matt sighs and shakes his head at Bram who merely looks
confused. “You didn’t tell her did you?” Matt says.
Bram looks slightly indignant which typically only makes him
look hotter. ”I did tell her.”
I shake my head. “No you didn’t Bram. All you’ve asked of me
this week is to stop hanging my underwear up in the bathroom.”
Matt looks confused. “Your en suite?” I nod. “Why? Bram
doesn’t use it.”
Bram shrugs theatrically. “I had to the other day when Mick
was fixing mine and once seen never forgotten, plus I walked into the fucking
stuff and the lads only told me that I had a pair of knickers caught on my
shirt button after I’d done half an hour of an interview with Rolling Stone.”
Matt and I burst out laughing and he grins lazily. One of
his many endearing qualities is that it’s virtually impossible to offend him
and he takes piss taking like water off a duck’s back. “What did the reporter
say?” I ask.
“I think it actually cemented my status as the main
heartthrob in the group. I tell you Matty, People’s Sexiest Man is mine for the
taking. I’ll be second place no more.”
Matt scoffs. “You and Chris Hemsworth mate. I know which one
I’d vote for.”
“Oh me too,” I sigh and Bram’s eyes narrow.
“It’d better be me you’ve got in your head right now and not
Thor.”
I laugh out loud. “I’m thinking of his mighty hammer right
now,” I say tauntingly, and Matt puts his cheek to his hands in a parody of a
crushing teenager making me snort out loud which turns into an alarmed squeak
as Bram tackles me onto my back on the sofa. I squeal and wriggle but to no
avail as he proceeds to sit on me. “Get off me you idiot,” I shriek.
He cups his hand to his ear. “I’m sorry Alys, what did you
say?”
“And that’s why you’ll never win. Chris has sexier ears than
you.”
His voice goes high. “Sexier ears . What the fuck are
you lot judging this competition on? This is why I’ve never won.” He’s
trying not to laugh but not doing too well, and I squirm again shrieking as he
tickles me.
“No fuck off Bram, don’t fucking tickle me.”
He laughs evilly. “Oh no I’m making you sweat. Matty fetch a
towel. She’s sweating because the sexiest man in the world is sitting on her.
Say it Alys. Say that I’m sexy.”
I gurgle and the bastard actually bends forward and mops my
brow with something bright pink. “Is that … is that my thong?” I shriek and he
and Matt burst out laughing, Bram so much that he falls off me onto the floor
where I pounce on him ripping my knickers out of his hand. “You’re a sick
pervert. Have you been carrying those around all week?”
He’s laughing really hard now and clutching his
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