He asked if he could come over. Wanted to hang out.

So I put all my sheets in the wash, just before he was due to show up.

Later, his fist in my hair, a murmur against my lips: "We need to find a bed."

Breathless, unable to say no, I confess I have just put every set of sheets I have in the washing machine, so we couldn't possibly.

"Well," he says. "The couch will do."

And I never once say no.

And still, later, although I knew I'd done a bad, terrible, self-destructive thing, I can't help but smile like an idiot.

Do you know I don't own a single turtleneck?

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Rosie.

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