We share the bed that night. There’s no point ignoring our connection. No pretense left to be kept. We both want to do it, and we both know that.

We lie in bed, naked as if we had just shifted, arms wrapped around each other, each holding the other close. I feel his warmth, the glorious warmth of skin on skin. I feel the shapes of his muscles pressing against me. All of them. There’s one muscle of his which my attention keeps wandering back to, as it stands, large, proud and ...