But he didn’t know that. She had to look at him so respectably, but really she’d seen all of him, all those muscles beneath the clothes, and more, she’d seen his central manhood, she’d seen the wonder and the force of how he expressed his love. He didn’t know, and she was pretending she hadn’t seen him naked, but she had.
He came back with two cocktails. They were an exact replica, and must be the same formula, as the first cocktail Lorien had served her in his flat. They were multi-layered and multi-coloured, and sharp and fizzy. Everything seemed out to remind her of the truth. It was time to explain.
He was asking her something. “Isabel, I hope it’s all right to ask, but are you spoken for, you know, in a relationship?”
“Er, well, no. I might as well tell you, I was going to be marri
