Sunday night came quicker than Fletcher had anticipated.
He had spent an hour and a half styling his hair into its usual porcupine shape, but, in the spirit of the occasion, had given himself a slight side fringe just to mix things up.
Valkyrie lay on the sofa in her pyjamas but looked up as she heard her boyfriend's footsteps galloping down the stairs. He gave a little twirl and Valkyrie whistled at his form. His head dipped and he blushed quite vigorously leaving Valkyrie slightly confused.
"What?"
"I normally do that to you."
"Well then, consider that as payback." She got up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He