‘If you’ll not let me be spiritual about it, you’ll have to put up wi’ my baser nature. I’m going to be a beast.’ He bit my neck. ‘Do ye want me to be a horse, a bear, or a dog?’ ‘A hedgehog.’ ‘A hedgehog? And just how does a hedgehog make love?’ he demanded. No, I thought. I won’t. I will not. But I did. ‘Very carefully,’ I replied, giggling helplessly.
