Strictly Friends Frances Mensah Williams by Frances Mensah Williams B0B2PBN1DT instant download after payment.

The clouds hovering over Brighton beach were even greyer than the overcast skies they had left in London. Watching the lone figure standing by the shore spinning stones into the foaming waves, Ruby scarcely registered the sound of the screaming seagulls overhead or the crash of high waves on to the weathered stone barrier of the secluded stretch of shore.

Waiting alone on the cold, damp pebbles with the wind whipping her long black braids into a frenzy, Ruby finally allowed her tears to flow unchecked, feeling their warmth slide down her frozen cheeks. The short dress she had thrown on in her rush to get to Griffin wasn’t designed for sitting on a stony beach, and she shivered as the icy wind sliced through her puffa jacket and thick tights. As she watched Griffin toss the last stone in his hand and then bend over, clasping his knees as though struggling to control his emotions, Ruby’s tears fell faster, and she gulped back the loud sobs fighting to escape her chest.