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as fun as the filthy things we got up to between the sheets. And on my sofa. In the shower. You know what I mean. Then he came round so I could cook him lamb tagine – something he’d always been intrigued to try but hadn’t had the chance to. It took ages, so we ate late and it just seemed to make sense for him to stay over. I suggested it, aiming for a casualness I wasn’t sure I could quite pull off, and he agreed, similarly casually. And then we just grinned at each other like idiots for a little while, until we dozed off.
    Suddenly I was thinking about our lively debates about politics or discussion about the best Bond film of all time as much as the way he’d tied me to the bed and licked meuntil I whimpered the morning after we’d spent a night together (although, obviously, that was bloody amazing too).
    He began to visit for weekends, often arriving late on Friday night so we could spend all of Saturday together before either working or fulfilling other social commitments on the Sundays. It was a weird middle-ground: we weren’t dating, and it’s not as if I’ve ever been a ‘joined at the hip, must do everything together’ kind of girlfriend anyway, but I began to look forward to our weekend routine, while trying my very best to not overthink it and instead just enjoy it for what it was.
    Of course, as ever, not knowing exactly what our relationship was made me feel a little unsure of myself at times, not least when he mentioned, in passing, that he’d slept with Charlotte a few times.
    We were discussing hotels when he mentioned it. Not in an inappropriate way – one of the lovely things about Adam was the fact that when he wasn’t being incredibly rude he was very gentlemanly. We were talking about going to see a gig and, as he began to realise how for me the attraction of seeing any band on a big arena tour has to be offset by exactly how difficult it is to get home afterwards, he suggested trying to find a nearby hotel. We Googled to find what was available and, as he leaned over to see what had come top of the list, he dropped the bombshell.
    ‘Nah, not that one. Charlie and I stayed there once, it was a total dive.’
    I was confused. Was I supposed to know who that was? Had I not been listening when he’d told me about his friend? ‘Charlie? Who’s Charlie? Were you at another gig?’
    ‘Definitely not a gig, but there was a performance element.’ He smiled a bit at the memory. ‘Charlie. Charlotte, Charlie. It was a fetish club night.’
    I hoped my eyes weren’t cartoonishly wide, but it took a moment for the penny to drop.
    ‘Thomas’s Charlotte?’ He didn’t call her ‘Charlie’. In fact I hadn’t heard anyone else call her that but Adam.
    ‘Yeah, that Charlie.’ He held his hands up. ‘But she wasn’t seeing Thomas then. It was a casual thing for both of us. It only happened a few times.’ He looked at my face, and I dread to think what he saw there, but he clarified some more. ‘And it hasn’t happened for ages.’
    I didn’t know what to say. I know this is unreasonable, bearing in mind I too had seen Charlotte naked, but I felt a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that I was pretty sure was jealousy. He was looking at me worriedly. ‘Soph, I’m sorry, I thought she’d mentioned it.’
    His concern was sweet, seemingly heartfelt, and reassured me that he wasn’t some kind of player. I hoped. I smiled and tried to stop overthinking things. ‘It’s OK. I didn’t know, but it’s not my business anyway really.’ The silence lengthened and I suddenly thought through the rest of his sentence and burst out laughing. ‘Hold on, a fetish party? I don’t even know what that is. I’m like the BDSM country mouse visiting the town mouse hanging out with you.’
    He grinned and pulled me into a cuddle. ‘Stick with me, little mouse. I’m sure I can open you up to all kinds of new experiences.’
    He wasn’t kidding.
    Adam was definitely broadening my sexual