“He’s not like that,” I murmur, refusing to believe he would turn into a basic slut and only be consumed by sex above all, even though it’s what I have been fantasizing about since he left.

“We are all like that… You will thank me for it. Wind him up… flirt with your boyfriend. If he doesn’t play, then stop with the sexy chat and go back to the lovey-dovey yawn fest of PG………Trust me.” Christian waves an airy hand my way, pretending he no longer cares.

I ...