Georgia's POV:

That boyish grin is back. We're in my bathroom - which is beyond weird but whatever - applying hair dye.

It's weird enough having him in my flat but it's another thing altogether being together in this cramped, little room with barely an inch or two between us.

His head is covered already, and he is currently applying the dye to my hair, his hands combing it through. We're creating our aliases as we go.

We're married - fake rings and all - and we're ...