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I can’t believe I get to spend a whole weekend with Mike in France. First stop, a hotel room just outside Calais. I’ve been in hotel rooms before, mostly on holiday with Mum and Dad, but this is only the second time I’ve been to one with Mike. The first time was to a Travelodge in Birmingham. The carpet was blue and there were stripy curtains but they weren’t what caught my attention – it was the double bed in the middle of the room. It was finally going to happen. Mike and I were going to have sex for the first time and I was utterly terrified, despite him reassuring me that we’d take our time and he’d be ever so gentle.

We’ve had sex loads of times since then, sometimes in the dojo changing rooms but mostly in his car after class. When Mike offered to start dropping me home, Dad couldn’t say yes fast enough. He said it would give him more time to get some work done but we both knew he meant more time at the pub.

When we reach our hotel room, Mike opens the door, chucks the bags in, then holds up a hand when I try to enter.

‘No, no. I need to carry you in!’

I laugh. ‘We’re not married!’

‘We will be one day!’

I try to wriggle away as he reaches for me. I’m far too heavy and I’d die of embarrassment if he drops me. But Mike scoops me up and into his arms as though I’m as light as a feather. He kicks the door closed behind me and half-drops, half-throws me onto the bed. I land on my side and twist round to pull him close for a kiss. He pecks me on the lips, then flips me onto my stomach and pulls me towards him so I’m bent over the bed.

‘Mike!’ I laugh, as he starts unbuttoning my jeans. ‘Let’s at least go out for dinner first. I thought this weekend was supposed to be romantic.’

He looks at me but it’s as though he doesn’t really see me. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes have this weird glassy sheen to them. He’s got this jubilant expression on his face, like he’s climbed a mountain or won a race.

‘It will be,’ he says as he yanks my jeans and knickers down to my ankles.

A couple of minutes later he slumps on top of me, roaring as he comes. It’s the first time we’ve had sex and haven’t looked each other in the eye.