‘I didn’t think you wanted a girlfriend,’ she says. ‘I didn’t think so, either,’ I tell her. ‘And then I started spending time with you.’ Her entire face lights up. ‘I didn’t want to let you go this evening,’ I tell her honestly. ‘I didn’t want to go,’ she says in a small voice. ‘I felt so shit as soon as I turned the key in my lock. My flat’s so dark and empty. But how would it even work?’ ‘How about,’ I say, ‘I take you out for dinner very soon, so we can have a proper conversation about this? And meanwhile, I make you feel less empty. Do you have any toys you can use on yourself?’
