“Yes. Yes, Liam Delaney, I’ll be your Mrs Del, your Mrs Pretty Girl. I’ll be your wife. And yes to telling each other everything. No more lies. No more not mentioning things, and no more hiding our own feelings from… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“I wanted to ask your grandad first, I wanted to talk to Luke. I wanted it to be so much more romantic than us… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“I felt full of nervous energy so I went back inside the house, put on a music channel, and danced around the living room… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“You need to stop. That is so hot, you’re making me wet.” “Eww, are you wearing knickers under there?” “Nope. So expect a snail… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“Hey, Lee, you finally grew some and went and got your girl, hey?” “Not sure if I’m fully forgiven yet, but I did a… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“I love you enough that I stepped aside for the sake of your baby. I didn’t want to be the reason your child didn’t… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“Saying ‘I love you’ is putting it in the plainest, simplest terms and doesn’t even begin to cover what I actually feel for you.… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“My phone buzzed and I pulled it from my pocket. Luke: 10 minutes, fucker, then I’ll be tying your dick to the exhaust of… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“Rae Layton, I’ve loved you since the very first day I set eyes on you and your pink polka dot knickers, you are my world. I know we’re young, but I love you Gia, I want to make beautiful babies with you. I know people are going to be against this but they don’t know what we know, they don’t… — Lesley Jones Copy Share
“Luke passed him a glass of the red wine we’d been drinking. Liam looked at it but didn’t take it from him. “What the… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“I might not be the most sensitive type of bloke, but even I knew that asking one woman to be my wife whilst still… — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“But his kisses, oh, fuck me, his kisses. They turned me into a puddle of lust, want, and need.” — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
“Great, can’t fucking wait.” Yep. Child. A sarcastic, Drambuie-drinking child with stalker tendencies.” — Lesley Jones Copy Share Image
