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Early morning, Miranda already clattering about in the kitchen, doubtless making her porridge. Sebastian and I are clamped together, naked, in bed. He knows about my cutting now, so I don’t need to hide my scars. He says the thought of me doing it turns him on. I haven’t done it in front of him yet, although he keeps asking me to. He says the ultimate experience would be for us to do it together one day. One day. Not yet. I love lying next to him naked. Skin on skin.

‘My mother’s coming to stay next weekend,’ I tell him.

He doesn’t reply. His body stiffens a little. I lie, head on his chest, tasting the exhalation of his breath.

‘Girls’ weekend, is it?’ he eventually asks.

‘No. Not really. Mother just thought she’d come and see us.’

‘Sounds like a girls’ thing to me.’

Trying to look casual, I stroke his tattoo with my forefinger.

‘I was rather hoping you’d come out for a meal with her. Meet her.’

His eyes hold mine.

‘No thanks. Meeting girls’ mothers is not something I do.’ There is a pause. ‘Not yet.’ Another pause, longer this time. ‘Maybe never.’

And I’ve not met his parents yet either. A wave of fear washes through my core. What’s all this about avoiding each other’s parents? Despite his protestations of love, am I just a fling?