She didn’t have to imagine Jon cycling in London, cycling to Hyde Park, he’d texted a picture of himself, complete with helmet and sweaty as hell, just as she was getting off her own bike. It was headed with the words: how hot do I look right now?
She’d texted back: about 36C?
Another one popped up: is that your bra size?

She didn’t have to imagine Jon cycling in London, cycling to Hyde Park, he’d texted a picture of himself, complete with helmet and sweaty as hell, just as she was getting off her own bike. It was headed with the words: how hot do I look right now?

She’d texted back: about 36C?

Another one popped up: is that your bra size?

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