Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

‘Do we have any scissors in the bag?’
‘I don’t know, Clark. Believe it or not, I rarely pack it myself.’
There were no scissors. I glanced behind me, where the audience were still
settling themselves into their seats, murmuring and scanning their programmes.
If Will couldn’t relax and focus on the music, the outing would be wasted. I
couldn’t afford a second disaster.
‘Don’t move,’ I said.
‘Why –’
Before he could finish, I leant across, gently peeled his collar from the side of
his neck, placed my mouth against it and took the offending tag between my
front teeth. It took me a few seconds to bite through it, and I closed my eyes,
trying to ignore the scent of clean male, the feel of his skin against mine, the
incongruity of what I was doing. And then, finally, I felt it give. I pulled back my
head and opened my eyes, triumphant, with the freed tag between my front teeth.
‘Got it!’ I said, pulling the tag from my teeth and flicking it across the seats.
Will stared at me.
‘What?’
I swivelled in my chair to catch those audience members who suddenly
seemed to find their programmes absolutely fascinating. Then I turned back to
Will.
‘Oh, come on, it’s not as if they’ve never seen a girl nibbling a bloke’s collar
before.’
I seemed to have briefly silenced him. Will blinked a couple of times, made as
if to shake his head. I noticed with amusement that his neck had coloured a deep
red.
I straightened my skirt. ‘Anyway,’ I said, ‘I think we should both just be
grateful that it wasn’t in your trousers.’
And then, before he could respond, the orchestra walked out in their dinner
jackets and cocktail dresses and the audience hushed. I felt a little flutter of
excitement despite myself. I placed my hands together on my lap, sat up in my
seat. They began to tune up, and suddenly the auditorium was filled with a single
sound – the most alive, three-dimensional thing I had ever heard. It made the
hairs on my skin stand up, my breath catch in my throat.