“Men…” she began, and could hardly look him in the eye. It was so embarrassing. “… have certain expectations of an arrangement like ours.” She fell silent, and wouldn’t look at him now, and it made something inside him feel wild and caged. “Oh Jesus,” he said, tugging his collar like he might overheat. He raked his hand through his hair, and decided. “I’ll kill him,” he said whirling around again and making for the stairs.
