I wasn’t really aware of being awake or not awake but I guess I must have been not-awake, because I was woken up by Matthew whispering to me: “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but we’ll be landing soon.”
I whimpered. “Do we have to? Can’t we live here forever?”
“On the plane?”
“Yes.” I curled into him stubbornly. “We can spend all our time having s*x and cuddling”
“We can also do those things on the ground. And with a smaller carbon footprint.”
It should have been reassuring but I was feeling fragile. In a way that was completely unlike the raw vulnerability of writhing naked and sobbing over Matthew's knee, and a lot less fun.
“Niel? What’s the matter? You haven’t…haven’t changed your mind, have you?”
He sounded so genuinely anxious that I came in immediately with a “No.” And, anyway, it was
