Saturday working at the florist ambles by slowly but I am not bothered because my mind is happily elsewhere. Harry.

I am stationed in the workshop preparing hand tied bridesmaids bouquets for a wedding taking place this afternoon. Totally lost in my own world, I place the flowers lovingly together whilst all the time thinking about all of him. Everything from his glossy curls to those tattooed ankles stirs my insides and desirably aches the depths within me.

How can one person be so many different people? He's chic geek, traditional gentleman, trend-setting model and grungy rocker all rolled into one. With each of those sides to him though one constant trait remains; his beautiful inside. If you were to crack into his DNA, his strands are probably brimming with the codes for love, grace, humility, integrity, optimism, generosity and altruism.

My day is made infinitely better when he texts me late morning to say he took my advice and spoke to his mum. She is on her way to stay with him for a few days and knowing a little about their relationship, it hasn't surprised me in the slightest that she has dropped everything to be at his side. It speaks volumes that she is coming immediately and although he will have to re-live some of the painful experience of the past week, I know he's done the right thing in making the call to her.

He wanted us to get together tonight, well in fairness every night, and as much as I yearn it too, with his mum visiting I know he needs to spend some quality time with her right now. In any case, I'd forgotten that I am spending the evening with my brother as my parents are going out. They don't get the opportunity to spend much time together what with working as hard as they do, so much as I would have been torn, I would have ultimately blown Harry out because my parents deserve a night out. Lucky for me though I now don't have to make the choice!

I drive past Summer Haze on my way home from work and I still feel all gooey inside. I giggle to myself like a lovesick teen with bufferflies all a flutter in my stomach, lightheadedness swirling around my head and my heart beating just a little bit faster in my chest. What am I like!

Thomas and I spend a lovely evening together. It's been a while since he and I have sat down and talked. He's about to hit his teens and is starting to exhibit 'attitude'. However, lucky for me he thinks I am a cool older sister so we chat over pizza about girls, school, college, music and films, then sprawl out on the sofa with popcorn and Mission: Impossible Rogue Nation. Despite his stroppy behaviour, deep down he is an affectionate and sensitive boy.

He asks me outright if I have a boyfriend because he thinks I seem different, happy. I answer no but when I think about it, is Harry my boyfriend? I don't pay much attention to the film as I mull over in my mind what we are. I am not overly concerned with titles but I would be lying if I said it didn't bother me that already what we have feels like a forbidden secret. I can't tell anyone anything and that is not only frustrating but also it is the part that doesn't sit right in my gut. At the same time, we're just getting to know one another so what really is there to tell. I remind myself of the promise I made to just run with the excitement and exhilaration and see where it takes me.

Sharing the lighthouse with him was such a precious moment for me because it is somewhere that holds a special place in my heart. It is not something I would share with just anyone because not everyone would get 'it' but watching his reaction I knew it wasn't wasted on him.

It has an aura of mystique around it. The romantic sunrises and sunsets of summer days with dreamy skies, gentle lapping waves and wild flowers that bob around in the light breeze, contrast to the remote bleak landscape of winter days with angry skies, crashing waves and sodden grasses trounced by the winds that whisk around the vast open space. What remains unchanged during the seasons is the lighthouse that stands tall and proud, defiant in winter and elegant in summer. It is a place at which I feel truly able to breath, to think and be at peace whenever I visit.

Once I go to bed I receive a text from Harry that he misses me and to 'sleep well beautiful .x'. He seems to have adopted calling me that and I like it because it implies there is something special between us. I want to midnight-call him but he is probably tired from all the chatting with his mum so I refrain and text him a simple reply of 'goodnight x'.

Sunday I take Percy for an extended walk, revise most of the day and then go for a long pre-exam stress-relief run in the evening. After a long soak in the bath, I get into the warmth of my bed at 9pm because the stomach cramps that I thought were exam worry turn out to be Aunt Flo visiting. For once, it is a blessing because Harry confirmed his mum is leaving Wednesday afternoon so I won't see him. There really is nothing more frustrating than wanting sex but not being able to have it when you are surfing the crimson wave. I know couples do but I don't feel comfortable doing that with him just yet if you know what I mean.

It will also allow me to book a doctors appointment to get a contraceptive injection. It is what I used when I dated Jason so I know it works for me and without too many side effects. Having it now will mean I'm protected straight away. I am sure Harry will continue to use protection but I like to sort my own, after all it would be my life that would most be affected if I got pregnant!

I switch out the light at 10pm but at 10.15pm my phone rings. I know it's him without even picking up my handset. As soon as I answer, I can tell he's in bed as his slow sleepy rasp titillates my eardrum. He sounds as though he is nearly asleep.

"Hey beautiful, how was your day?"

God, can he sound anymore sexy, he's killing me. "It was good, I even managed a stress beating run. You?"

"Mum's gone to bed." He pauses then blurts out, "please come over Lily, I need you." His words strum instantaneously on my heartstrings that feel like they are about to snap inside of me.

"What's happened, did you talk to your mum, are you ok?" I can't help my worried tone and barrage of questions, he sounds suddenly so despondent.

"Yes we talked all day and part of it was difficult again but you were right, I needed to talk to her. We're both exhausted now, which is why she's in bed so early. But I can't sleep, I need to get lost in you so desperately."

"Harry please don't, I feel the same but I can't. It's my exam week this week and I need to be fresh to get through it." I am so torn. The wayward side of me is saying 'fuck it, go to him' but my sensible head is keeping me in check.

"I'm sorry, I know how much your exams mean to you and how hard you've worked. I'm being selfish. Forgive me, can we just chat for a little bit instead?"

His response makes me feel better about standing my ground with myself. "Yes I'd like that."

"I was thinking today, what star sign are you?" He goes off on a different tack.

"Cancer, why?"

"Hmm, I should have known, the crab."

"Ooh, what does that even mean?"

"I know a little bit about star signs, it's interesting. So that must mean it's your birthday soon, when is it?" He probes.

"Nu-uh, I'm not telling you." I quip sleepily.

"Why forever not? He asks surprised.

"Because I don't like a fuss that's why." I titter tiredly.

"Well mark my words beautiful, I will find out." He sounds so mischievous and knowing him he will find out somehow.

"I doubt that but enlighten me about me and my star sign." I can feel I am getting drowsier by the minute.

I spend the next 15 minutes languishing in his dulcet gravelly tones as they filter down the line. His whole voice transports me off to some far away universe, lulling me into a deep sense of relaxation.

"Well, crabs are a mass of contradictions, so complex, it's fascinating. You are strong and self-sufficient on the one hand but very emotional on the other. Cancerians want security and comfort, yet you seek adventure. You are loyal, caring, and nurturing but being the crab sign, you have a tendency to hide behind that shell of yours all oversensitive and shy. When pushed too far though, you will come out of it with full force when you need to be fiercely protective of what you believe in or for the small group of friends you have. You are temperamental and cranky when you don't get what you want but will sulk rather than confront. You are driven and ambitious but you hide it under your cool exterior. You are deeply sensitive which is why the defensive shell is there, surrounding you from getting hurt. That in a nutshell is you."

A void of silence ensues between us before Harry speaks again. "Lily are you still there?"

"Umm, yeah." I mumble.

"Am I boring you?"

The words drag from my mouth, "No totally the opposite, keep talking it's relaxing. What about you then?"

He cutely laughs down the line at the effect his voice is having on me and his dulcet tones resume.

"I am an Aquarian. We are verbally skilled and witty, inventive, stubborn and rebellious. We like to be alone and to be a social butterfly. We don't follow the crowd. We are unconventional, spontaneous and full of excitement. It makes us feel good to make people laugh. We do not expect anything in return, the no strings attached attitude because we are fiercely independent. We tend to rebel for the sake of having our own way. We crave intellectual stimulation because our minds are very active and we welcome new discoveries and opinions. Change is good and boredom is the enemy. We learn how to interact with others through observation and are easily adaptive. We are humanitarian. All humans are equal, we never judge, live and let live. We are respectful. That's me!"

A longer period of silence fills the space between the phones.

"Lily, are you there? Lily? Lily?"

"Hmmm."

He chuckles lightly, "Night night beautiful, sleep tight, good luck tomorrow, I'll be thinking of you." Then he blows puckered kisses down the line.

"Yeah night Aquarian," is all I can whisper from my lips before I drift off to sleep.