We spend hours lounging in bed together. Her head is on my chest, and I'm playing with her hair. We've f*cked and talked and f*cked again, and now she's quiet, thoughtful. I want to ask her about the things that we haven't talked about. I want her to talk to me. I want her to trust me.

"Clara."

"Yes?" She jumps, surprised by the sound of my voice. Anyone would think she'd forgotten I was here.

"A penny for your thoughts?" I ask, genuinely intrigued but also slightly ...