‘You like those?’ He asks warily, handing me napkins for my runny face as I try to calm down and catch my breath, but all I can get out is …

‘…. For … Alex … eee …’ and I set off again. Giggle overload, and Jackson starts laughing at me because I must look so ridiculous. It feels so good to laugh this way and yet also extremely sore.

Jackson sees the funny side when he picks up a pair, examines them more closely, and grins. He shakes his head and hands me them ...