“Please don’t be lying to make me feel better,” I mumble against his throat as I squeeze him in desperation, but he hugs me back, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a tight little cocoon. He manoeuvres us to our side so we can stretch out to lie on the bed and presses me flat against him, from toes to nose.

“I told you I would never lie to you again, and I'm not going to. The thought of tying you up makes me sick to my stomach. I never want to see you look at me ...