“When did this become a negotiation? We had a no-touching rule, remember? And it’s hard not to go out with you when you drag me along like a stroppy toddler.” I point out harshly.

“Once again … my dick, inside you yesterday. I think that pretty much neutralises that arrangement.” He shrugs again in a manly, smug manoeuvre, and I wonder why I tolerate this man; he truly is a shit.

“Is this your idea of wooing me? Not very romantic, are you!”

“Are we having ...