I Know This Is Our Honeymoon. But

When I Shop, The World Gets Better, And The World Is Better, But Then It's Not, And I Need To Do It Again. (confessions Of A Shopaholic-the Movie)

Maybe My Identity's Been Stolen. Or Maybe I Was Sleep-shopping!

My Daily Nespresso Coffee, An Unexpected Shaft Of Sunlight Through The Window On A Winter's Day, My Bargain Missoni Sunglasses (70 Percent Off!)

Hi." "hi." I Shrug, As Though To Say "whatever." In My Peripheral Vision I Can See Magnus Exhale. He Looks A Teeny Bit Nervous. "so." "so." I Can Play This Game Too. "poppy." "poppy. I Mean, Magnus." I Scowl. He Caught Me Out.

What Are They Waiting To See?" Sam Follows My Gaze And I Shrug. "who Knows? You Could Always Do A Dance, Or Tell A Joke, Or... Kiss The Bride?" "not The Bride," He Wraps His Arms Around Me, And Gradually Pulls Me Close. Our Noses Are Practically Touching. I Can See Right Into His Eyes. I Can Feel The Warmth Of His Skin. "you." Me. "the Girl Who Stole My Phone." His Lips Brush Across The Corner Of My Mouth. "the Thief." "it Was In A Bin." "still Stealing." "no It Isn't-," I Begin. But Now His Mouth Is Firmly On Mine, And I Can't Speak At All. And Suddenly, Life Is Good.