When I wake the next morning in my own bed, I don’t feel good. The fact that I almost had s*x with someone so soon after meeting him has made me feel cheap. I could live with this disappointment in myself if it had been steamy and sensual; that is was short and not especially sweet, is the real killer. Then I close my eyes and picture Chris’s face, laughing, and feel a swell of affection, regardless.
My phone beeps, and I pick it up from my bedside table and see that a text message has arrived. It’s from Chris.
‘I’m so sorry about my performance last night. It was a f**k up – honestly. I feel terrible. Can we try again? Xx’
I close the text and phone Dani.
“f**k. How bad was it?”
“It wasn’t great,” is all I’m prepared to say. “But s*x isn’t everything, is it? I’d be pretty shallow i
