“Right after we’ve lived out our secret fantasy involving you on my thigh, we’ll hatch a plan for catching this wet sponge who calls himself Alan. Then we eat dinner here tonight. I’ve got instant ramen in the cupboard and Jelly Babies in the bedside table for dessert. We can do a crossword, or watch a movie. We spend the night in my bed, if that’s what you’d like.” He taps his phone. “It’s almost six o’clock now. Give me until midnight. For my own sanity, let yourself be loved until midnight.”
